They don't understand the fact that,
I can't take it anymore,
So much pressure,
So much pain,
All life gives me,
Is nothing to gain,
I'm tired of life,
And I'm tired of him,
All the shit he puts me through,
Makes my life so dim,
To my friends:
Don't be sorry for not understanding,
Just don't say you do,
The fact is,
You'll never know what I go through,
You may see or hear it,
But you don't get what I feel inside,
You don't understand how most of it,
Hurts what I call my pride,
I'm sick of falling asleep crying,
Knowing I'll never really be me,
Just because I can't do shit,
Without people not letting me be,
It's like I'm locked inside a cage,
Far from everyone but myself,
Everyday in my storybook called life,
We turn another horrific page,
Don't feel sorry for me,
For I'm only another lost soul,
Nothing but another depressed teenager,
Lost with rythmic flow.
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When I say 'him, or he' I'm talking about my dad.
