I wish I could say how much you mean to me. And with the things that's happening I can no longer stand your coldness. Anytime now, I might decide to just stop.
You can't look beyond reality that I want you To listen to my every pain and suffering Because you've fed me with your words And I am brave to say I don't need them.
You always say that pride is in my system But you don't know how life went on for me. Your words were like daggers Casted right through my soul.
I wish you would see how it greatly affected me. Anger and hatred covers me up until I go to sleep. You made me hate every person. I can't even save myself from dying.
All I pray is that you would listen and tell me That there would still be another day. But instead, you stressed out my mistakes Nothing makes you happy but to see me in shame.
This might be the ending. Until now it's making me sick Sick of life. Sick of love. All they wanted was to hurt me. All. All even includes you.
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About emanilapoetry emanilapoetry formally opened on 19 June 2005 and is an online community of more than 400 writers and poets from various countries. As at 28 Sept 2007, this site has more 6,862 poem entries in archives.
