Consolation and Break Down

Same pattern, same ryme,
in their intricate array.
Growing no more filling
per passing day.

The falling and the breakdown,
downhill slides from there,
but the phone call seems to
hide what had felt so bare.

Bleeding preventions,
like in the ICU,
mending my mistakes,
which personally I cannot do.

Each fault and favor or
little joke passing the wire.
Bubbling hope passing
what had once been dire.

Yet an hours passed quickly,
the ass makes it end,
Pushing me beyond the
limit without breaking I can bend.

Talk about the lack of
responsibility and command,
and break my hold from
my guiding hand.

Talk about the ignorance
and the complete disregard,
yet each blow continues
to hit me hard.

Downhill slipping,
again it begins,
the horrid situation,
in which no one wins.

Again getting stabbed.
Again lacking grace.
Again you pushing me down
and proceed to hit my face.

Eventual buckling,
retreating locations unknown.
Laying in the imprints,
Pain still outwardly shown.

Reaching for the iPod,
turning up the song,
trembling in my place,
hoping for undoing of the wrongs.

It will not happen,
uncivil and unsure,
Not knowing how much
more one can endure.

Sorry for the faults,
for not feeling towards you.
But resistence was the cause
of the speed at which I outgrew.

Smile for the camera,
lie to them all,
Bury me beneath the black
of this suffocating pall.

Bear with me here;
I dare you: stay strong.
Just turn the iPod way up loud
and act like nothing's wrong.