No Point

by Meghan   Jan 9, 2005


-There\\\'s no pint in fighting,
I almost speak what\\\'s on my mind,
But I shut my lip & bite it.
Try to keep cool,
I keep telling myself that,
He thinks I\\\'m the one with the attitude...but he\\\'s really the fool.
-No point in trying,
It wouldn\\\'t matter if I did,
He always thinks I\\\'m lying.
He thinks he\\\'s such a great father,
I wish I could tell him that he sucks at being a dad,
But why bother?
-He screwed up big time,
Once I\\\'m through with collage I\\\'m gone,
I\\\'m sick of faking like I love him & I hate trying to be kind.
The fact is,I don\\\'t love him...it\\\'s honestly all hate,
He\\\'s the reason why I started to cute my thigh and wrist.

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