March 24, 2016

The Liars

You pissed your bed again, god what a tool.
Why didn’t you win that race?
Really, you let your team down by dropping that ball.
A D, you are such a retard.
What do you mean he beat you up, why didn’t you fight back?
Couldn’t you hold it?  You’re on your own with that mess.
I don’t care if you don’t like it you will sit here all fucking night if need be till it is all eaten.
A C, well at least it’s better than a D.
What do you mean you don’t like Church; you will go to hell if you don’t go.
God doesn’t like bad little boys.
So you are sick, I get sick too.  Clean up your own puke.
This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you.
It’s just a little blood, and clean my belt.
This is my house, this is my car, I just let you live here.  I’ll smoke if I bloody well want to and you will bloody well breathe it in.
So what if you’re naked.  If I want to come in while you are bloody well bathing I will.
I will touch you if I want, you’re just a kid and what I say you must do.
You are such a retard.
A B, if you had just studied harder you would have got an A.
You are such a weakling, you deserve to be pissed on.
I was such a beauty till you came along.
I make you crazy, you drive me crazy and it’s all your fault.
You are such a weird retard. 
I don’t care if you are hungry.
You don’t have a say here, you are grounded.
No, you cannot date.
Allowance?  Ha, consider yourself lucky I let you live.
Get me another drink.
Get me another drink.
Get me another drink.
Light my fag.
You’re a fucking faggot aren’t you?
I don’t care if you have to work, you need to do the grass.
What do you mean you lost your job.  You are such a retard.
An A, did you cheat?
Honour role? Why didn’t you tell me, I would have come to your graduation.
You are too serious about that girl.
You are too serious.
He touched you, why would you let him do that?  I hope you beat the fucking faggot to a pulp.
You didn’t, you are a faggot yourself then aren’t you.  Let me put this pipe there.  There. There.  There.
I am going to kill you.
I am going to kill you while you sleep.
How come you moved away?  You missed the party we made for you.
God look at you, you are getting fat.
Running is a pointless sport.
Remember that race that year you won the championship, the one where you came last and puked. 
You’re such a tool.
Three of them, that’s all?  I hope you drew blood.
Can’t afford to come? One word: credit card.
What do you mean you can’t get a credit card.  You are obviously irresponsible.
How come you are so skinny?
You are too young to get married.
I am too young to be a grandparent.
Why do you think you need to be at the birth?  I’m paying for this trip.  You don’t love me.
Well I’m sure she is sick because of something you did wrong dear.
Another?  Well don’t expect me to help.
Get a better job.  I don’t want to work anymore.
No, don’t touch me.
I don’t care.
We need more money.
You are never home anymore.
Another?
I don’t care you are in hospital.  It’s late, find your own way home.
Good bye?
You are a fucking cheat.
Another?
You are getting fat.
No, I am not going to see help with you.  You’re the problem not me.
Don’t I’m not interested.
You are such a worthless tool.  I don’t know why the kids even like you.
No
Not interested
It’s my medications.
I just don’t love you anymore.
Go sleep somewhere else.
What do you mean you lost your job.  You are so useless.  Don’t expect me home when you get here.
I need a new car.
Just find a job.
What do you mean less money? Well don’t expect me to make the shortfall.
No.
I don’t care if you lose your job, I am not moving.  Just go get another.
What do you mean less money?
You are too fat to do that.  So you finished, big whoop.
You’re leaving?  And just as I was thinking we might again.
Give me money.
Give me money.
I will when you give me money.
You’re fat.
So you lost your job.  I don’t care.  Give me money.
You know in three years it will be all over again.
Give me money.
Give me your money.
Give me all your money.
And give me all hers too. 
You are a useless tool and I am going to ruin you.

I could just die.  It would be so much easier.
I am so damned depressed.
I am a worthless soul.  I should die.

Not true.  I don’t want to die.
I want to live.
And I shall live.

The lies, the liars, the depressors, the depression.
You do die.

For the sake of truth.