I made a poem, that could be made into a song. It's not really a question, but I hope that you guys like it. The title is called, "trash".

I don’t care what you say.
It’s always the same.
You talk, and you talk.
But it’s never enough.
You are living a lie.
Look me in the eye.
Say it straight to my face.
I know that you never really loved me.

I don’t care what you say.
You can take me to a grave.
And bury me under, 6 feet.
No matter what, your words don’t pass me.
Now that i’m free,
There’s no need to be scared.

You can say what you want.
It’s always the same.
One minute you're gone.
The next you want to date.

I don’t care what’s in your head.
Or who’s in your bed.
I’m just done.
With all of the lies, and all of the games.

You can quit.
I’m not here to blame.

Say what you say.
But, i don’t care.
You can leave me here.
Now that I'm alone.
I don’t have to worry about when you're coming home.

See, I don’t care.
What you say, it’s all the same.
One minute you love me.
And the next you disappear.

You can talk, and talk.
Brag all day long.
I hope the next one will listen to what you have to say.
Hope that she realizes, very soon enough.
That you were only in it for the money and didn’t want love.
And when she does, hopefully, she’ll leave.
To drag her sorrows with peace.
And not have to cry, every time that you leave.

So, she's not scared.
When you rip off her hair.
Promising her that you’ll always be there.
And that one day you’ll love her, just like she loved you.

But for now.
Let's visit a grave.
Take the feelings and all of the memories.
And let's make amend.
I want to be your friend.

So, that one day,
I can brag, to all of my friends.
Tell them about you, with all the violence.
I’ll tell them not to feel bad.
Because I made it out, stronger than I thought I would be.
I can’t believe, I once loved trash on the street.

Question

I made a poem, that could be made into a song. It's not really a question, but I hope that you guys like it. The title is called, "trash".

I don’t care what you say. 
It’s always the same.
You talk, and you talk.
But it’s never enough.
You are living a lie.
Look me in the eye.
Say it straight to my face.
I know that you never really loved me.

I don’t care what you say.
You can take me to a grave.
And bury me under, 6 feet.
No matter what, your words don’t pass me.
Now that i’m free,
There’s no need to be scared.

You can say what you want.
It’s always the same.
One minute you're gone.
The next you want to date.

I don’t care what’s in your head.
Or who’s in your bed.
I’m just done.
With all of the lies, and all of the games.

You can quit.
I’m not here to blame.

Say what you say.
But, i don’t care.
You can leave me here.
Now that I'm alone.
I don’t have to worry about when you're coming home.

See, I don’t care.
What you say, it’s all the same.
One minute you love me.
And the next you disappear.

You can talk, and talk.
Brag all day long.
I hope the next one will listen to what you have to say.
Hope that she realizes, very soon enough.
That you were only in it for the money and didn’t want love.
And when she does, hopefully, she’ll leave.
To drag her sorrows with peace.
And not have to cry, every time that you leave.

So, she's not scared.
When you rip off her hair.
Promising her that you’ll always be there.
And that one day you’ll love her, just like she loved you.

But for now.
Let's visit a grave.
Take the feelings and all of the memories.
And let's make amend.
I want to be your friend.

So, that one day, 
I can brag, to all of my friends.
Tell them about you, with all the violence.
I’ll tell them not to feel bad.
Because I made it out, stronger than I thought I would be.
I can’t believe, I once loved trash on the street.

Ayano · Answer

I love this poem, I feel the energy you're putting out here. And "One minute you're gone.
The next you want to date." Is so relatable. I love this, you should definitely make a career out of this!

Astrid1 · Answer

I like it very much. Although as I was reading it, I see a continuing 1st sentence that caught my eye. I am ngl, it sounds nice but try and make that sentence rarer.

Sam63354 · Answer

$\color{#0cbb34}{\text{Originally Posted by}}$ @Astrid1
I like it very much. Although as I was reading it, I see a continuing 1st sentence that caught my eye. I am ngl, it sounds nice but try and make that sentence rarer.
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ok, i will

Sam63354 · Answer

$\color{#0cbb34}{\text{Originally Posted by}}$ @Ayano
I love this poem, I feel the energy you're putting out here. And "One minute you're gone.
The next you want to date." Is so relatable. I love this, you should definitely make a career out of this!
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thabk, you. I do have other poems and songs.