All the Nothings
All the possible nothings I can say will probably never reach your ears nor sink into your consciousness. You can go on drinking all the stale beer and cheap liquor that you ever can. I hope your liver cells forgive you for what you’re doing to them. I know you’ve enjoyed every moment of the slow process of killing yourself. Don’t worry, I will not worry about you because I know where you're going to. You’ve chosen your path and your road is full of smokes and liquor. Nothing else can ever satisfy your rotten soul but your addiction to booze and cigarette. Oh and add your love for guns and you have the complete package. What can be sweeter, right? You’ve always wanted to preserve my innocence and hide me from the bad side of the world. Well, father, how can you hide me from yourself? My eyes will only absorb the scenes of you vomiting at night but my lips won’t utter a word. All the nothings I have in mind are just remains of what used to be my undying concern for you. I must save myself from the pain when you don't listen. Now I keep silent for I know all my nothings will never be heard. My words will never again fight their way into your heart, nevermore.