Like Acid Rain

I feel sore,
yet wonder more,
why my head hurts.
And why it's like dirt
getting stepped on
lasting an eon.
But really the feeling will only last 'til dawn.

Worked my shell
fought and I fell,
through this layer.
I left my parents an unanswered prayer.
What's to say
when the price to pay,
is disappointment
opposite of your families ointment.
These shackles are binding,
and people aren't minding
what's not their own buisness.
Instead they're passive and equal carelessness.
An addiction so early,
never knew it so surely.
But it was there now and then,
again and again.
Repetitive in both me and a friend.
I only wish I'd have not been so blind,
not have left love behind.
I was unbelieving,
and semi-thieving.
Of ones heart,
now she's known as a tart.
However this succubus still controls my heart.
I hope not to stain
my blood with their pain.
Her emotional strain,
and sever my families gain.
For I seem to care less,
and less,
and less,
each and every day.
Make a mess-
cause dismay.
I make away
with their slow decay
like acid rain.
So natural.
To the family and lovers
Both o'so beautiful.