Thank you for making this a living hell,
the one person i was supposed to trust, said he had nothing to tell.
but then i found out, that he had lied to me
and he then had the nerve to tell me he was sorry!
how dare he abuse my mind
i thought he was caring, sensitive and kind.
i guess he wasn't all he cracked up to be
so i said i'm leaving now...
and for that, i ain't sorry!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I gave this poem my normal high grade of 9 because Heather really made the hurt come through these lines. I was mighty impressed by the word choices that made that happen. GW62