Yet Another

Yet another poem i write,
Something else strikes me tonight,
You've told them something once
more,
Same thing only worse than calling
me a wh0re.

Your annoyed,
So am I.

Your cold,
Fake,
Self-centered,
And rude,
You'll soon see what i have so long
yearned to do.
I'm giving up on you.

You can walk through the halls alone,
I don't care.
Cry as all the others stare.
Punch something else,
See me and run,
I don't care about you anymore,
Don't call me Hun.

You talked about me then next
gave me a hug,
You make me sick,
Your lower than the dirts bugs!

Those people you say are all your
friends,
They don't like you,
They're hoping that you just leave.
So I'm not standing up for you
anymore,
The ones you think are there now,
Will get sick of it too,
Then you'll go crying to someone
new.

You'll never truly be happy,
You'll wish you could take it all
back.
But i REALLY don't care,
What do you think of that?

I stuck around,
Longed for you again,
You thought you'd hurt me,
But I can beat that.

Yet another poem dedicated to you,
But it's all just a memory,
I can't believe you made me
swoon.

I took up for you,
Helped you through it all,
But now I won't help you up after a
fall.
It's your deal now,
I'm leaving you here,
I don't care how you feel.