Sick

Poem By Elizaveth Banda

Im so sick of trying to move on
Im so sick of having to give up
why didn't i just say I was done
why didn't i just stop and realize i was already gone
I was already out the door and he didn't even know
Why didnt i just say that was it
Why i couldn't i tell him
I wish i could have said..i was sick of trying

Comments about Sick

I am so awed by your words I am so amazed by your odes Why don't you just keep writing And, realize the effect on us We are all at your door... .. to listen to your next ode! Sonia... No problem in life is one big problem; problem in life is no problem at all!


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