Call It What You Want, It Won't Make Me Feel Better

by Angel Of Death   Sep 3, 2008


&&You'd have a drinking problem
if you lived the life I do.
&&Before you tell me it'll be ok,
Maybe you should try loosing you.

Don't look me in the eyes,
And lie directly to my face.
Telling me you're there for me,
But when I need you, you need space.

There's a thin peice of string,
tied around your little finger,
That same tiny piece of thread,
Is all that's holding me together.

Knowing that I'm still close to you,
Connected with such a thin line,
And the voices saying "It'll all work out"
They keep me holding on most of the time.

You keep telling yourself there's a difference,
between breaking up thru a text message or letter
and "dumping" me, but it's all the same pain isn't it.
So call it what you want, it won't make me feel better.

(C) NothingLeftButStatic
03 08 08

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  • 6 years ago

    by The Queen

    Love your sarcastic tone and phrases, you nailed it!! Keep it up! :)

  • 8 years ago

    by Cindy Miller

    WOW! Straight to the point...good one 5/5

  • 8 years ago

    by Finding myself

    I love th rhyme its good and the part about the string around the finger was really great 5/5

  • 8 years ago

    by Saving Grace

    I LOVED IT!! and i just added it to my favorites. This is brilliantly amaaazing! great work. 5/5

  • 9 years ago

    by Sweet Disposition

    Another great write.