This Time Poem by Ella Lazaare

Am I the only one
Sick of all the fighting?
This time I'm really done
Tired of late-nighting

Tonight I'll sleep alone
You'd better pack a bag
I'd rather be on my own
You've only been a drag

The last thing I need
Is looking at your face
I've got nothing left to bleed
Get the hell out of this place

Maybe I'll wake up
And wish you were here
Maybe I even messed up
And I'll want you near

Is that what you think?
Only in your dreams
Damn, I need a drink
Love isn't what it seems

Didn't you hear me?
Get OUT! Don't come near me!