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I pray I make it thru
Because I'm down again Hopeless and unhappy With how things have been When you are frustrated You direct anger toward me Out of dope makes it worse Say don't take it personally You refuse to share What you are doing next You don't see courtesy I don't see respect You stay gone for hours Without a word to me Surrounded by others And prefer their company There were days before You once adored me Just being in your presence Would make you happy But you always say We can't live in the past The good we once shared Was never meant to last I feel that sometimes Being home with me Is the absolute last place That you want to be Now I can't help but feel I'm just a waste of time I am nothing more Then a thorn in your side You were never loved right Despite what you do Even my love is not enough There is no changing you And it's such a shame You never learned how If you could change You would have by now So what do you suggest Can we fix our issues Where we go from here I pray I make it thru © copyright (2021) Zimshall Vote for this poem
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