I'll confess this
Your my tragedy
I don't know why I deal
With this pain you put me in
I don't really know
If I can carry on
With you on my back
Time to face the facts
I can't go on
Living with you and this
That you go and put me through
I can't go on
I don't need a reason
Don't need to hear your
Lie's again
Once again weighed down
By the pain you put me through
Been pushed down
And kicked around
No respect from you at all
Why do I deal
With all this shit you put me through
Because I
Thought that I could trust you
You lied again
Why do you continue to hurt
You little bitch
Don't go on pulling this shit
I can't go on
Living with you and this
That you go and put me through
I can't go on
I don't need a reason
You don't need to
Lie again
Being lied to is rough. I
Being lied to is rough. I have learned that people will never be perfect, they will be people. It hurts a lot less. Had to give up the fairytale romance but well worth it. Good poem. I felt it.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I hope you feel better soon and that some of this stuff stops happening to you!!! You don't deserve people stabbing you in the back ... It's a good poem ...
Love
Jessica