Sometimes we sit here thinking.
Of the things that used to be.
They were the things
That used to make us happy.
We used to sit there and laugh.
Like nothing could ever hurt
Now look at me
My whole heart is burnt.
I cry my self to sleep
Every single night.
Its not worth being here
Because life is a constant fight.
I walk with my head down
Because Im ashamed of my face
I try to keep my eyes closed.
Because I am such a disgrace.
My father does not want me
And I constantly fight with my mum.
She wonders why I smoke
And I am constantly drinking rum.
Then there are my brothers.
Who say they love me
But if they really loved me
They would let me be
They worry about me sometimes
When I am just lying lifeless on the ground
They think I have taken my own life.
But really my life is just spinning round.
I have been trying to get a hold on things.
Mum and I dont really fight.
I have started talking to my dad
But I still think about the things in the night.
