Traumas

You, unbelievably small Bang your hands on the wall Say "To Hell with them all" Say "To Heaven with you" Me, what will become of me? Wading into the sea Water way past my knees Swallowing oceans is my speciality You, like a trembling bird Hanging on to each word Crawling out of my sight Oh how spite makes might Me, crass stupidity's pawn Kept us shouting till dawn Old memories torn Wishing I'd never been born (You're losing it, losing it, losing it) And you, Jack of Diamonds maybe But the Ace ever me With each turn of the card Ever hardening heart Me, smiling one moment Crying the next