The Best Years of Our Life

These are the best years of our life
At least that’s what they say
Obviously they’ve forgotten the pain and strife
Of each and every day

Down by the water
There’s a beautiful home
But inside there’s a daughter
Who weeps all alone

On twig legs she stands
Eyes sunken into the back of her head
Drying tears with trembling hands
Partly alive but mostly dead

Obsessed with her weight
She gazes into a mirror
Dominated by her self-hate
Her soul shrieks in horror

She sees rolls on her stomach
Massive fat on her thigh
Although she’s so skinny and sick
That she is almost ready to die

"20 pounds more to go,
No, maybe 30.
In my heart I know,
He will finally love me."

These are the best years of our life

Another beer
Another black eye
Another night of fear
Another night to cry

Cowering in a bed
There is a beaten son
Who wishes he were dead
For there is nowhere to run

Many miles away
Deep in the cold earth
His mother will eternally lay
The victim of his birth.

He will pay for this
With each and every blow
And a mother’s tender kiss
Is something he will never know

His father couldn’t stand the pain
So he turned to alcohol
And because she died in his name
The boy takes the brunt of it all

He is only 16 years old
With his whole life ahead of him
But already his heart is stone cold
And his future is dark and grim

These are the best years of our life

Johnny said he loved her
He whispered sweet nothings in her ear
He swore he’d never have another
He told what she needed to hear

She believed what he said
Every single word
Having someone to caress her head
The thought was so absurd

Ever since she was born
She was told she was worthless
The casualty of a single mother’s scorn
But he rescued the damsel in distress

But nothing he said was true
Everything was a lie
He knew exactly what he planned to do
He waited until she started to cry

He pulled her into his chest
And kissed her running nose
He said he thought it would be best
If she took off some of her clothes

At first she was unsure
And looked at her feet
But he claimed he loved her
And they moved to the back seat

She gave him all of herself
And lost her virginity
That night he proved himself
In a blaze of masculinity

He never again called her
He got what he wanted
Six months later
She died of wounds self-inflicted

These are the best years of our life
At least that’s what they say
Obviously they’ve forgotten the pain and strife
Of each and every day

~Dan D