Regret should be Your Middle name,
Cause soon it's all You'll Know.
Your bitter moodsand Wrongful slurs,
Is all You've had To show.
Coping with Your Shit,
Puts me ahead of You.
Un-necessary Punishment,
You Need a Fuckking Clue.
Hardand Rough these Chunks of Thruth,
I'll make sure you Fucking Choke.
FOREVER; Ill be Your Reminder,
With my foot Down On your throat.
With your L o o s l y Fit skin,
A walking Lie I see straight throughh.
I gave You way too many Chances,
andI was ALWAYS there for You.
As Lungs Collapseand cells Rupture,
I refuse To Feed your Void.
To you I Was manufactured,
On a string, Just a Toyy.
I gave You too Much credit,
Now it's MY turn to Regret.
Overated is what You Are,
The deceptive Quality is your Best.
You've made me Silently Suffer,
This is where I Say Goodbye.
Im finished, done, Completely through,
This friendship was a Lie.
Overated
Not really a poem, Just really upset I guess you can say...>:/Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
