This is the last time I’ll see you,
There’s so many thing I want to say and do…
If my life depended on you, I wouldn’t be
This big girl that I am now. I gave you the key
To my heart, now I’m asking nicely please give it back.
This is why we separated you’re always high on crack,
Or some other drug… I’m glad it over,
You’re nothing but a fucked up stoner.
The love and respect that I had for you
was gone as soon as I saw you with that junk too.
You know I hate stoners, I just thought you were
Different. Your life’s a blur.
Get over it! You wanted your life to be this way
Don’t expect for me to say
Something about it, I’m done
With you and all this… here’s your gun.
You know what to do…
Fuck you!
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Life Under-Construction
PoetryThis is like a little piece of all my thoughts, poems, diary entries & Emotion doodles xD Hope you enjoy (:
