Tired...

I'm sick and tired of being told what to do,
What not to do, how to run my life,
I'm tired of being threated to be shipped off somewhere,
Why can't they just let me be.

This anger, these tears, the pain I feel everyday,
Oh why can't it all just go away,
I can't breathe, I can't see, I can't feel,
They're not letting this broken heart heal.

I just want to leave,
It won't let me live,
Its holding me back,
And feel as if I'm always being attacked.

I don't know how long I have,
The end is coming near,
And I know,
No one will care.

All I have to do,
Is go though the cabinets,
Find those special little candies,
Take them all and drink with alcohol.

Then slowly my life will fade away,
All the tears and pressure and pain,
Will be gone and soon I will be sane,
Thats how a young life will end without that ball and chain.