Stretched

By Stone Bryson

When you’re down you lean on me like a fucking resting post,

and I never fail to prop you up, even when it hurts the most,

but when the pressure’s on my back your shadow’s all I see,

proving that you can’t be found in my times of trial and need.

I am so damned tired of being stretched beyond my capacity,

you do not care if I snap, as long as you get what you need from me,

and if I drew my final breath and left this life behind,

you’d shrug your shoulders and forget me quicker than I had arrived.

I cannot walk the path I’m on for another dying step,

I’m to the point my will is gone and there’s almost nothing left,

But do not fret, my emo-vamp, ‘cause I know that this is true,

your feelings for me will dissipate when my use to you is through.

The time has come to use my spine and say I’ve had enough,

I’ll not let you rip me apart - oh, to hear this must be rough,

but if I continue to give and give without anything in return,

my mind will be eroded away - and my heart will break and burn.

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written December 2007

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