Fuck You, Goodbye
You hurt me for the last time
You cannot understand the agony
My confusion
The apathy
Never-ending frustration
An intense rage and revulsion
For each of you
Our relationship the repercussion
Everyone predicts my stand in death queue
Taught to be subservient
Fed each of my life goals
Who would want you? Only the dirtiest
You’ll realize what you are good for through the groans
Accusations: I’m a liar
You all abandoned me
Now pretend you care about my desires
Yet, even my friends flee
No one gives a fuck about me.
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A Lady with a Pen
Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.
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This was so intense and emotional! Loved this powerful poem!
Profound 😅📝♥️✌️