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Here we go again.

You're spinning me in a game
of Russian Roulette,
the one hidden bullet a word
you won't forget.
I'm a waste of space
daughter
And a sad excuse for a human,
heartless and cold,
and once again I've failed
and made you cry
with your hyper sensitivity.
I spin the gun;
the barrel's facing you
but instead of shooting air at your head
you turn the barrel toward me
and shoot my heart instead.
Here we go again
with the poor excuse of a life
you love every once and a while.
Shooting each empty round toward me,
laughing at loud.
That one hidden word
flies out
and stabs me through,
impales me to my seat.
And my blood drips out
ever so neat.
I am so glad
you are smiling at my pain
and in this never ending storm
I'm drowned by your spiteful rain.
Here we go again,
and again,
and again.
I'll spin the gun toward you,
as a new word is reloaded in.