Sick Of It

Things happen in life. Love sucks.

I'm so sick of it

All the games and lies

I am finally done with you

I'm cutting off our ties

This silly little game you play

Really isn't funny

Now I must except the fact

You're not sweet as honey

Try and talk to me now

I will walk away

There is nothing left

That I have to say

I doubt you really care

As I'm writing this

You could care less

If I disappear with no sound but a hiss

Author's Note

I don't like the last stanza. Any ideas?