You Make Me Sick
What do you meen you can't see me bleed?
It doesn't take much to see that I'm hurt.
Why did you just walk away from me?
After everything you said...you're such a jerk.
You knew how to play it, make it look real.
But did you know that I'd see through you
And that your plan would be revealed?
I should have followed my heart, inside I knew.
I knew that you're an ass and a freaking dick.
I used to look at you and become bemused.
Now when I look at you all I feel is sick.
This poem was written by Cel Laroque on Mar 19, 2007.
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