I'm Done


  • mjanderson14
  • is happy that I talked to a close friend this week

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I wrote this poem to inspire everyone who is having a difficult time letting go of people who are no good in your life. I can relate because my former best friend, Tim Clark, and I are finally ending our friendship. I just fed up with him and can't take his neglectfulness and him riding on my coattails any longer. I don't care about him as much as I use to and I began feeling as if my life would be a whole lot better without him and any other unloyal friends in my life. I feel also that my friends, Tiara Sherrod and Samantha Culvahouse, and I's friendship is coming to an end as well. I just don't know what to do or what's going on, but I feel like that they hate me and I haven't done anything to make them abandon me. Any advice?

I'm Done

That's it, I'm done, done with you.
Our friendship is over, this friendship is through.
I'm sick, you're my infection
I guess I'm going to need protection
For my heart, my feelings hurt from neglection.
My heart, it can't take it
We just didn't make it
And I won't look back, God forsake it.[
I'm done, I just don't care 
If you need help, I won't be there.
You watch while I crawl
You tripped me, I fall
There are no more tears
I'm all cried out
From the pain you put me through
And your actions of doubt.
You don't care about me either
Now that you're gone,
I can finally take a breather.
I don't wish bad things on you
But I don't wish you well at all.
I hate the fact on how you let our friendship fall.
I don't know why
I won't even try
I can't sit here and let you lie.
To me, there's no more we
I'm tired, you see?
Tired of the lies, your deceit
I'm honest, you cheat.
You mentally damaged me
In ways you'll never know.
I believe, without your friendship,
Me as a person can grow.
As a better human being,
Learn to care 
I'm coming down to the mountain of lies skiing
You run, fleeing, still thieving, deceiving, and disbelieving
The reason that you was wrong.
There's nothing for me to do but run along.
Go to my real friends 
In that place where I really belong.
On the road to success 
Doing the best
No time for the mess, the stress, and you the pest.
In a way, I guess I was wrong
For thinking I belong 
With you
The shrew
This time we're through
Without you in my life, I'll never be blue later
I don't hate you, but I don't love ya
After all you put me through, I fly above you, hater.

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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