Dear Life,
We're done. I keep giving you chances to change but you never do.
I try to love you but I can't bring myself to, you just aren't for me.
I always had a feeling this wouldn't work. We are just too different, we don't get along, we don't fit.
I'm not happy with the way things are going, nothing seems to be getting better. I think it would be best if we went our separate ways. We never stop fighting, and all you do is make me miserable.
So I'm ending it, I'm ending this right here, right now - this isn't going to work out, so I'm breaking up with you. I'm sorry to say this, I was really hoping things would fix themselves.
I was really hoping you could change.
Life, we are done here.
Goodbye,
Sarah ~
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Poetic Insanity
PoesiaThe product of a slam poetry assignment at school concerning an abstract idea that isn't abstract at all, now continued through late night bursts of my dark insides. A work in progress as I become a better writer; feedback appreciated.
