Quitting.

I'm so past done. 

Recovery is a stupid bullshit lie. 

That I pulled off for a little while. 

But I'm done. 

I'm ready to just end it all. 

But I'm to much of a b***h for that. 

So. I'll just start doing all my old s**t again... 

I've been thinking about leaving  him too.. 

Because, I don't want to have.. 

Him have to deal with all my s**t.. 

I want to leave them all. 

Just try and shut them out... 

But that would be bad... 

I'd probably just get worse. 

I don't f*****g know. 

I'm just so f*****g done with life... 

Author's Note

Have a shit poem that is really just me rambling. Because my best friend is way asleep and I have no one to speak with.

Reviews

[Shaquana Adams]

It feels so much better when you write down your rants. I feel that when and if you reread it you can release even more frustration. You have a good start. I think you could definitely shape this to a more poetic piece. Maybe prose. :)

[Kitten]

Thank you.

[Nusquam Esse]

Ahhh, so this is as much a rant as anything else huh? Dunno what to say, it seems to catch that feeling of not being able to let something go. I am the opposite, I let things go too easily; always have. I guess it is just because I don't feel the feelings that most people do, to me there is nothing special that is worth holding on to. Wish I could say to hold on and things would get better, but I can't really empathize.

[Kitten]

Yes. I guess you could say it's that. And I never really thought of it that way. But I guess I do hold onto things to much.