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The Way of Things

August 31, 2009
By jcheung912 BRONZE, San Lorenzo, California
jcheung912 BRONZE, San Lorenzo, California
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I'm tired of waiting,
Because I can only wait for so long.
I'm tired of promises
Because they're starting to mean nothing.
I'm tired of wishing and hoping
Because theres' no point anymore.
I'm tired of compromising
Because I always get hurt.
I"m tired of being disappointed
Because it happens everytime.
I'm tired of talking
Because no one is listening.
I'm tired of this little "happy" farce
Because the cycle keeps repeating
And it's doing me no good.
My hopes are dashed time and time again.
I'm done.
Wishing, hoping, loving and especially,
Waiting.
I'm done.
No more chances.
No more words.
No more promises that can't be kept.
Words that are out aren't to be taken back.
Feelings that cause pain are meant to hurt.
Life is full of obstacles but this isn't fair.
Things that are repeated have no meaning anymore.
It's become a routine.
A way to get out of things.
Two sides to every story
But, what about me?



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on Oct. 1 2009 at 5:53 pm
katie_bugg GOLD, Scott Depot, West Virginia
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;But my heart, it is brighter than all the many stars in the sky&quot;<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> -Edgar Allan Poe

I love this i really relate to it i felt like i was alone but now i know im not don't stop writing you have a real gift

on Sep. 9 2009 at 6:53 pm
jenx0x3 DIAMOND, Swampscott, Massachusetts
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I absolutley know what you mean i've been there and i'v felt like that recently

on Sep. 7 2009 at 11:55 am
purplemusician SILVER, Columbus, Indiana
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;those who matter don&#039;t mind, but those who mind don&#039;t matter&quot; ~ Dr. Seuss

i enjoy reading this, it makes me feel less alone.

you should check out some of my poetry