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by deeplydesturbed Mar 11, 2011 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Today I am tired, Tomorow i will be too. I can't help it, I working two jobs to help support you. I get up at 6.30 am and dont get home until midnight I dont know how much longer i can take it Until i drop from exhaustion Do you not understand Its wearing me out Ive got holes in my shoes From going from 1 job to another Some days i dont even get rest When i come home you want me to get dinner well F**K you, how about you get your own dinner? Im not going to do it anymore at al Sitting at the desk Fallin asleep in my chair sometimes, its not very fair. Living on coffee and eating crackers My body is falling apart somedays, im surprised i even get up When are you going to help?