Sick of ......

Their words seem to start flowing together...
Im sick of the yelling and the fighting all the time.
Im sick of not knowing how my mom is doing and not being able to see her
Im sick of trying so hard to gte someone to like me
Im sik of the glares people give me
im sick of the lies people keep telling me
im just sick of eerything
I dont want to trun to the blade
For fear I might twist the shinny, cold, blade alittle too far and end my life before it begins
i just wish the person I like would ask me out so we could be together when we are scared and alone...and when we are having the times of our lives..
I wish my mom\'s hear would heal and she could come home
I sish the fighting and yelling would stopI wish she could accept my apology and be my friend again
I may be sick of everything and at times i may be so down....
but i promise i will never reach for the blade!!

**Promise to all of my friends**