You make the tears drain from my eyes,
Every night I lay in my room,
And just sit there and cry.
You put me in this mood, a mood of gloom.
And I'm stuck,
Too afraid to move.
You make me sit here,
And figure out what I did wrong.
Making me want to disappear.
The feeling is so strong.
I wish so much that I could break loose,
And find somewhere I'm wanted.
Get away from the verbal abuse.
My mind is so haunted,
With the thoughts floating inside.
Each one bringing my self-esteem lower.
Every time I've tried,
Its never good enough, I'm just getting slower.
I'm sick of going on,
When all I feel is that I've died.
Why am I here, When I should be gone.
I'm sick of all the tears I've cried.
And I'm just..........done.
