Duplicitous Asshole, You

ill admit i miss you but only in my head
cuz youre the one that said to you im dead
died long time ago, already laid to rest
be in heaven or be in hell,
i dont care thats what you tell me
we were nothing, just a lie
cuz youre the angel im the bad guy
well how the hell does that work out
when youre the one going on about
how im the perfect woman, live in your dreams
cuz youre crazy if you think im what i seem
i thought you knew not to trust your instincts
it only works for animals cuz they dont give a shit
who they fuck no thought about it
but i think you know that i feel too
and all i feel right now is a waste of time-you
call me a liar, say it to my face
then stab my insecurities to save face
cuz youve got nothing on me and you know
youre wrong to point your finger at me
when its bent all backwards, about 180 degrees
pointing at you
and your other four too
including your thumb
just for fun
start to run again
away from the only one
to treat you like you were the only one
that mattered, you walk and say youre done
well i wasnt done and i think youre really dumb
to throw away the woman that would have killed for you
and gladly taken the hit for you
duplicitous asshole, you

Suicidal Tendencies

Hearing your heart beat through

The walls surrounding your prison

I go delirious, I scream to let you out

Yelling at the preacher that you're okay

He can stop saying you're dead any day now

I can hear you whisper is anyone there?

It's so dark in here, can I come out there with you?

I'm sitting in the back of the church, 

And I only knew your name

And that you were sick, like me

But you were beautiful, like a goddess

Though I'm sitting so far away I can still hear you

I run to the front of the sanctuary

And pry at the casket

I know she's alive, hear me out

She's talking to me, listen

Looks of sympathy are all I can see

Besides the photo of you on a stand

And a brown wooden jail cell

That you're being forced to stay in

The bearers walk toward me slowly

They want to take me away from you

But I'm here to protect you

And I'm not leaving you

You would do the same for me

I snarl at the men like a wild dog

But it gets the message across to them

I break open the jail door and let you be free

But all I see is the shell of me

Still Love You

You know what would have made my day?
A message saying are you okay?
How have you been since I walked out?
I know I left, but there's something I have to tell you about

I miss you, baby, I know I was wrong
And I'm so sorry, so sorry, I waited this long
To realize you're the one I want
I promise I'll do better, because I want to
And by the way
Happy birthday
I knew it was today
Because I remembered
My mind's not totally dismembered
I remember every gentle kiss
And the way you held my hand, I miss it
I miss you the most, though
And I want you to know I know
I messed up
And I'm sorry, I'll shut up
But remember this, too?
I still love you.

Insanity

Sometimes I start to wonder if I really have issues. I've been told all my life I'm the messed-up child of the three of us, and I'm starting to believe it. And it kills me. Because I've fought against his words for sixteen years now. I don't want to believe I need medication, because that would mean he's right. I want to think that maybe he just doesn't know me. Then again, who does? I give off personas, true. But are they me? No. No, I'm not the bubbly person that laughs at literally everything you say. I'm not the angry kid that hit classmates. I'm not the depressing writer you all see. But then who am I? Who is Brenda Jacobs? Is she angry, happy, optimistic, jealous? What the bloody hell am I?
I find it hard to remain consistent with my own self. I've become so paranoid that every move I make is thought over. I'm scared I'll give him evidence to drug me again. I'm frightened, really. I don't want to make another mistake that could 'tear this family apart', because that's what I do best. Really? I'm not that bad. Honest-to-god. Promise.
I don't even recognize myself. Yeah, everyone says that, but it's true. I don't know who this girl is that I see in the mirror. I don't know why she's there, and why the hell she's looking at me. It bugs me. It really does. I've avoided looking at myself for so long that if I looked at a bunch of pictures of Brenna look-a-likes, I wouldn't know which one is me. I'd know which one I'd like to be, but that's because that's what I spend my days doing. I imagine what life would be like if I was prettier. Thinner. More talented.
I've always wondered if my life would be different had my parents said what I wish they'd say. Something less concrete. Complimentary, you know? Like, you look beautiful today, Brenda. You're so loving toward your friends. I don't know what I'd do without you. You make our lives better. Without you, my life would suck major monkey balls. Hell, I have text messages saved and locked on my phone that say things like that.
"To be honest the world lacks girls like you and we can't afford to lose a single one. If you were to die I couldn't handle it as someone that knew before no one else and always cared. Someone like you leaving the earth would kill me." (My best friend/older brother, Matt. In response to me asking if he cared if I killed myself.)
"Thanks for making my night :) you're awesome." (Brandon Upson, in response to me complimenting his song that he wrote with Michael and Chris.)
"Labougy bkkya bechnomoa kebo that's the things I would say because if you died I would go crazy without a friend like you <3" (Devyn, in response to the same question I asked Matt.)
These guys can compliment me. And no, Dad, they're not trying to have sex with me. Devyn is gay, for one. Brandon is in a happy relationship. And Matt raised me. Matt was there for me when no one else was. He's my go-to guy for everything.
I stayed home today because I learned things yesterday that I didn't want to happen. And they upset me. I'm told to grow some balls, basically. Everyone dies, and I'm being overly emotional. Dramatic, he said. And I'm starting to believe him. Because no one else in this 'family' cares. We're all cold now. Just like him. We don't cry here. We don't hug unless we have to. We don't say "I love you" or "You look beautiful today". We say "Take the dog out" or "Change your dress; you look like a slut". That's the language we speak. And I used to think that's what every family did.
And now, I'm not sure. I stick out like a sore thumb. I'm the bad kid, the smoker. I did drugs. Oh, dear. I had sex. Oh, lordy. Good golly. My real mother doesn't judge me for it. She doesn't lecture me for an hour. My real dad says I'm the most beautiful 'little one' he's ever known. My real mom's husband is more of a father to me than HE is. I say HE because I have no name for him. None. My step-brother is more of a brother to me than any of the four I legally claim. He protects me. Hell, he wanted to fight a 30 year-old for asking me for sex. Yeah, he's a drug addict. I know. But at least he acts like he cares. When he saw my old cuts, he flipped because I didn't deserve whatever made me wanna do that. He said I'm beautiful. Why can't you?
Why can't you say I did a good job on that paper? Why can't you make a list of attributes that will get me somewhere in life? Caring, loving, funny, loyal, anything. I'm just asking for one. Not something so  concrete for once. Friends don't care how smart you are. And you've never given me a reason to think I'm even capable to have friends. The last thing you said to me was that I manipulate everyone around me. That's why James stays. Not because he loves me, or because I'm able to keep good relationships. Because my IQ is 128. I can manipulate him to jump off a cliff if I want to.
Basically, I'm sick of it all. So incredibly tired of it.

I Believed

This is the you that I remember
This is the man I'll love forever
The one sending sweet words
And bitchin' about whoever hurts
His baby girl, the love of his life
The face he wants to wake up to at night
And the face he wants to see in the morning
But this man is gone, and I'm adorning
His grave with the love that I lost
And I want to give him life again, but I'm lost too

I know we're over, but I'm not over you
And I know I said goodbye, but it's not true
Because I'm waiting for him to come back to me
And say I miss you, baby, I'm so sorry

Pictures are worth a thousand letters
And your pictures are full of deceit and better
Because you kept me around after you died
The new you was vicious, cheater, lie
But I held on even tighter, because I believed
It's been a while now, and I still believe

Maybe you'll come back to me
Maybe you'll start to see
No one treated you better than me
You say what you please
But you were on your knees
Begging me to take you back
And now I'm all alone again