Misery Poem by Racquel Davis

NO IT’S NOT STRONG ENOUGH
I AM GLAD I WANT THIS SO CALLED LOVE TO BE DEAD
I HATE THE GIRL FROM THE CLUB NOT BECAUSE OF HER
BUT BECAUSE OF YOU I HATE YOU TOO
I NEVER WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY
I HOPE ALL YOUR DAYS ARE FULL OF SORROW
THE GIRL FROM THE CLUB IS DEAD TO ME
BOTH OF YOU CAN HAVE EACH OTHER THERE IS NO NEED IN PRETENDING
I DON’T LOVE YOU ANYMORE AND I AM GLAD YOU NEVER DID
YOUR LOVE IS LIKE POISON PEOPLE COULD DIE FROM IT
YOU CORRUPT PEOPLE MINDS AND MAKE THEM LOVE YOU
YOU DID THAT TO THE GIRL FROM THE CLUB
I HOPE THE OTHER ONE TAKES YOU FOR EVERYTHING
I HOPE SHE LEAVES AND NEVER LOOKS BACK
MAYBE THEN YOU WILL KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE
YOU DON’T KOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE IN LOVE BY YOURSELF
ONE DAY YOU WILL LEARN
LIKE THE OLD SAY GOES
HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A WOMAN SCORNED
I WANT YOU AND THE GIRL FROM THE CLUB IN THE GROUND
HATE AND DISCONTENT IS ALL I FEEL FOR YOU
I DON’T EVEN WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE
THE GIRL FROM THE CLUB WAS JUST AS DUMB AS ME
AND NOW YOU HAVE NO ONE OR NOTHING TO HELP YOU OUT
YOUR OWN FRIENDS DON’T EVEN WANT TO BE AROUND YOU
AND YET I STAYED AND I LISTENED AND I GIVE YOU EVERYTHING
I GIVE YOU LIFE AND YOU TOOK IT FROM ME
THERE IS NO DEATH HARSH ENOUGH FOR YOU
BUT THEN AGAIN I WOULDN’T WANT YOU DEAD
I WANT YOU TO LIVE SO YOU CAN SEE HOW YOU AFFECT EVERYONE
YOUR LIFE IS FALLING APART AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO HAPPY
I TOLD YOU I ONLY LIED TO YOU
I HAVE NO REASON TO LIE TO THE OTHER ONE
SHE IS THE VICTIM IN ALL THIS
BUT THAT GIRL FROM THE CLUB CAN ROT FOR ALL I CARE
NOW ALL I HAVE TO DO IS THINK OF A TITLE
A TITLE TO WHAT IS YOUR SO CALLED LIFE
I THINK I WILL CALL IT MISERY
FROM NOW ON THAT IS ALL YOU ARE GOING TO KNOW
AND I COULDN’T BE HAPPIER