Tired of it

I am sick of writing poems about you that is so true
So I hope this is the last one
Cause writing them about you isn't fun

I am sorry i never told you about the knife
And keeping you updated on my life
But how can i you never call rarely at all

Not every thing is about you
But when there is no one to talk to and nothing to do
All I can think about you which is what I don't want to do

I like the rest of our family is sad
You let us all get upset