I QUITA Poem by The Devil's Own B***hI'm so sick of trying.Yeah, you heard me, I QUIT! I’m sick of trying; I’m sick of lying; My God, I’m so sick of crying. I know I allowed you To push me this far, But I couldn’t just walk out – You’d forget about me, And, yes, I would be nothing; Nothing but another of your w****s. I QUIT! I hate this pain; I hate this constant rain; God, I hate these fucken red stains. But yet I stayed. I waited; Hoped; Loved… And I was betrayed. I was tainted; Dropped; Shoved. So, I QUIT! I now walk out the door. I hope that I don’t want to come back; I hope that your face Won’t haunt my dreams; Hope that your voice Won’t ring in my ears through the night. I want nothing to do with you! I want out! So, I reiterate: I QUIT! I quit you. I quit life… Copyright©JosieWentzel21August 2008
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Added on September 8, 2008 AuthorThe Devil's Own B***hRoodepoort, South AfricaAboutMy name is Josie and I am what people term 'weird'. I love my poetry; reading; writing; and being miserable. I know, that sounds odd, but misery is what I know and enjoy most in life. It's been a b.. more..Writing
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