AN: Depressing poem thing I wrote in a few minutes, just because I'm sick and tired of living the way I am. This goes out to my little sister, who I wish would read this. Then maybe she'd actually change and consider.

Most of the poems for this story will be like this one; sad or depressing. Probably. No promises either way, I guess.

"Speak when you are angry - and you'll make the best speech you'll ever regret."

-Laurence J. Peter

"Always write angry letters to your enemies. Never mail them."

-James Fallows


Couldn't You?


How many times have I asked you not to?

A thousand.

How many times have you not?

Once or twice.

You yell, you swear, you curse.

I storm away.

You mumble to the empty air,

Thinking it will hurt me.

And it does.

Because you always do this. You never stop. You never consider.

If it is easy for you,

It is hard for me. It is hard for us.

Honestly, how many times have you thought of this?

None.

Because you always do this.

And I hate it.

I hate because you make me angry.

You make me want to let go of control.

Is that your plan?

Mad.

Sad.

Violent.

Seething.

My fists are balled and my teeth are clenched.

I am at my end.

I bet if I was gone, things would be better for you.

I bet if I was gone, things would be easier for you.

And that's what you always want right?

For things to be easy?

Because if you didn't, you'd consider.

And you don't.

Never.

Because you always do this.

Swear.

Yell.

Scream.

Mumble, like no one can't hear.

But you know they can, and that's why you do it.

And I'm done.

I'm sick of it. Of you.

Why won't you change?

Why won't you consider, even once?

Because it makes it easier for you, or harder for us?

He's gone, and now you are too.

Mom's gone, but you don't see her doing this.

But why would you? All you see is you.

Selfish.

Controlling.

Conniving.

Egotistical.

It shouldn't be like this.

I should love you, admire you.

But I don't.

It's not all your fault, I know I'm to blame too.

But for once, couldn't you consider?

Couldn't you care?

Couldn't you let others have it easy, and work for once in your life?

It would make things so much better, even if you only did it once.

But of course you won't.

You never do.

You never consider.

So I won't either.