Im done..Over it
I’m so sick of being the “bad” one
Everything always being my fault
Secrets being told as if they are nothing
But they’re everything..
They are the glue that holds my life together
I have had to admit things to people
That I never wanted them to know about
Lie to others because I didn’t want them hurt
It’s like you want to ruin everything
This time I am done, through, sick of it
You are a bitch and I don’t care
This is the last, final time I tell you anything
I thought you were my friend
Listening like you could help
But you just wanted to hurt, tear apart
Everything that I ever had
Well congratulations
You have officially fucked up my life
I’m sick of it
Now all I have got to say to you is...
Pay back is a bitch
by
Iridescentposted on 11/04/2009
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Well, this is unfortunate