Sick of Caring

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    Sick of Caring

    Sleeping with bar wh*res is the brand new you
    So sick of your kind, well this time I’m through
    Through with caring and hanging on to hope
    While you act like a tr*mp, maybe even hooked on dope
    So sad to see you slope but it’s your life not mine
    My life is too precious, you straight wasted my time
    Thought you were different and that you’d always be real
    Stupid as* me, you left me with heartache to feel
    You’ve had plenty of time to run the streets like a sl*t
    Everything you said to me has just broken my trust
    I know it wasn’t lust, at least not for me
    See “that’s one thing I don’t do, is say things I don’t mean”
    But I know you’ve moved on to all the other girls…it’s just a game
    Games are for suckers, any real man would say the same
    So laugh at my poems and how you made me feel so bad
    You said we’d still be friends but LIES were all…you ever had

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Cattiva’s Poems (10)

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    Sleep Deprivation! 1
    Roaming As*holes 0
    The Drug I Hate! 0
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    Sick of Caring 0
    That's that... 0
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    Solo 0
    Panic Room 0
    Your Friend.. 0