Dear god... why...

by Mild insomnia   Oct 15, 2004


Dear god,
Wud u gimmie 5 mins?
Of ur precious time,
Thank u, I'll begin.
C it's just my rents,
I think they h8 me deep down,
And on top they'll happily show it,
And scream it so loud...

They shout @ me 4 nothin,
And it's all my fault,
And if I'm nice they think I'm wanting,
W/eva I don't got.
If I love em then I'm creeping,
They ask wot I'm up 2,
So I'm having trubl sleeping,
And pretty much...WHY! I ask u.

Sorry,
I'm just a little tense,
And I'm sure u c,
That I'm makin no sense.
But I need 2 tlk,
Otherwise I'ma slit my wrists,
I should run b4 I can walk,
So fu**in listen 2 this.

They won't hear 2 my excuses,
They couldn't give a sh**,
And they don't wanna know how I got these bruises,
Not even one bit.
If I love em then I'm creeping,
They ask wot I'm up 2,
So I'm having trubl sleeping,
And pretty much...WHY! I ask u.

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