Treasure Island

Pamela Mote

(November 14,1989 / Savannah, Georgia)

It is Nothing


Go ahead and say the words
It is nothing you have not told me before
As the tears stream down my cheeks
Anger continues to boil up inside of me
If I could just get away
I would be so happy
I knew everything you said were nothing but lies
I can not wait to lie in bed
So I can sleep and drown you out
This hate could have ended
If hate you would not have have given
Thinking of all that happened
Is like dejavu over again
So go ahead and say the words
It is nothing you have not told me before

Submitted: Friday, December 14, 2007
Edited: Saturday, April 30, 2011
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