I am tired of the constant barrage of drama, of miscommunication and mental trauma,

Tired of the mischief and the scheming, tired of every day that keeps repeating,

Tired of the world spitting out words, tired of being thought of as absurd.

Through the up and downs, I took your shit; forgot your issues and dealt with it.

Pathetic are the people who compare their battle scars, as if to say the pain isn’t as bad as yours.

The idiotic battles that are chosen to bitch more, and not help those you’re supposed to care for.

I can describe people like you so well, lackadaisical, ignorant, and lacking the will.

I wonder why I even bother with your issues; your words are twisted, misinterpreted, and misused.

You call me out to be a liar, but I am not your mirror; look into the reflection, as the liar stands there.

I hope these words fly back into your throat, I hope the hurtful notions make you gag and choke.

The pain has become so unbearable and others notice you are mentally unstable.

There were instances in life where I had to stay silent, fuck that..  I’m done but I won’t get violent.

Karma can be a bitch, and it will get you in the end, when you are all alone and in need of a friend.

I won’t be standing there as a comforting voice, you had your chance you made your choice.

I took the constant verbal banter and thought that things could really get better.

I thought the lies would eventually stop; I thought the subject would finally be dropped.

I knew it wouldn’t happen overnight; I hoped and prayed I thought you just might.

Now I know whom you treasure in life, not me, not them, just you, ..that’s right.

I found out what matters in your twisted existence, but I grew tired of being forced to listen.