You don't hear about the times I rejected my friends,

In fact brothers, for time with my mother

And family

But you still question my loyalty, question my trust.

How can you think all I see is dust?

And that's just it.

What are you to me, if your words cut deep

But only reaction is taking action against me

Not to bandage bruised and broken bones

To which you have thrown your blows

Only to continue to hose down the faith I had in you

To see me as a son

Life's not fun.

Why can't I be done?

Where do I run?

 Take this gun, put it to my head

Pull the trigger

Always bitter; never sweet

Lay down to bed instead

A life misled by the horrors of human nature

Yet you expect me to see you later.