A Final Fuck You

Go and come back no more

Colleen Millsteed
2 min readDec 31, 2023


Walking into 2024…..the light at the end of the tunnel.
Image courtesy of Pixabay

The day has arrived, that one for which I’ve waited for so long,
Like a last verse in a final fuck you song,
This has been a catastrophic never-ending day where I did not belong,
Horrid from the start and gaining traction into all that was wrong.

Three hundred and sixty five days made up this devastating year,
Taking my happiness, my confidence, my joy and leaving me with my fear,
Most hours destroying my heart, taking so much of what I held dear,
Kissing my lips with the pain, the torment and an everlasting tear.

I prayed I’d sleep longer, in fact I prayed I’d never wake,
Wanting to escape the heartache, needing timeout for my sake,
But instead I was put through the turmoil as you continued to take,
Destroying my days and laughing at the efforts I’d make.

You turned me into a pathetic and harrowing mess,
As I wallowed in the deepest of my distress,
A pool of sorrow in which you saw me constantly dress,
Morning after morning as you unloaded even more tortured stress.



Colleen Millsteed

Top Writer in Poetry. I’m a Finance Manager with a love of both numbers and words.