Do you know

by cookie   Aug 17, 2005


Do you know what its like;
to never want to come home,
to pray to God every night to die,
and the be upset every morning, because your not dead,
to cry yourself to sleep,
if and when you can sleep,
to be so stressed out all the time because your parents rip you apart everyday,
to lie to your parents everyday by telling the that you love them but you secretly despise them,
but you can't tell them how you really feel because they will just make life harder on you,
not to have any family there for you,
you have a lot of family members
but you either hate them or they hate you,
living everyday wishing you were somewhere else,

Well i do know what its like
to never want to come home
home is just literally a living hell
to tell you the truth hell would be better

yes i do know what its like
to pray to God every night to die
just because i am just so sick and tired of everything
nothing is ever going right

Yes i do know what its like
to be so upset every morning
because that means i have to live one more day in hell
and i have no clue why god wants me here

I do know whats its like
to cry myself to sleep every night
it doesn't matter how good my day was
all i can think about is all the bad

yeah i do know whats its like
not to get very much sleep
i get as little as no sleep to 6 hours of sleep
yeah it bothers me but you learn to live with it

i defiantly know what its like
to be so stressed out all the time because you parents rip me apart
my parents love to criticize me about every little thing
its like no matter what i do i am never good enough

yes i do know what its like
to lie to my parents everyday by telling them that i love them at the same time i secretly despise them
no i am not exaggerating i would be OK if i never saw them again

yeah i do know that you can't tell them how you really feel because they would just ruin my life more
they would never let me leave my house
they would even make me quit my job

yeah i do know whats its like
living everyday wishing i was somewhere else
to tell you the truth i would rather live in a cardboard box

so don't tell me that i don't know
what its like to be a complete wreck
my life has never been fare
but maybe one day some of it will be

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