Im Saying GoodBye

by Netta   Aug 7, 2009


THE CONCLUSION FROM NO GOODBYE, AND FINAL GOODBYE...

Why should I keep trying to text/kall you when you dont reply?

Whether I wanted to talk or just wanted to say hi.

You leave my calls, and texts unanswered, unread.

To me, you might as well be dead!!

I have no Idea why you treat me so terribly,

Guess this is your way of saying now you dont need me.

They say you dont know what you have till you aint got it no mo,

Well maybe you will realize that I was a good girl when I walk out that door!

Slam it, and leave behind chipped paint and glass

Walk away from you forever, leave you in my past

I dont want to be concerned about someone who doesnt want me to be concerned.

I remember when for my love you yearned!

Guess its the end now, you can go ahead and take your bow,

You acted like you cared for and about me for so long, but Im tired of watching your plays from the front row!!!

Im heading for the exit, its time for me to go.

To protect my feelings you could have twisted your words, you could have even lied

But you didnt care, I dont now so Im saying Goodbye

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  • 14 years ago

    by Sara

    Hey good poem! im sory for the way he treats you, thats so terrible. i know exactly how you feel, cuse im going through the same thing now and i hate it! i hate the way he treat me, i hate the way he dont answer me back when i call or text message him, or he answers.. but like 4 hours late each time! and i hate that he doesnt care like i do. from the begging he cared so much, showed so much love and was a whole other person. so now im so sad that he changed.. im asking myself that maybe i did something wrong, or maybe i didnt love him enough? thats why he changed.. but when i try to make it good he keeps on Not caring. so i hate that part. hope it will be okey with you, and remember everyone deserves Real love, and someone who cares for real and can show love in all kinds of way.. everything else,. you can live without it.

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