by Jen Oct 12, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
You took away my freedom, telling me how to live, pick-in my friends like I'm just a little kid, you know i love you but this battles has to end, sorry to tell you but I'm gonna smoke my friend, so give it up your not going to win, ground me all you want another battle will just begin, I'm not gonna smoke weed, or drink booze I've learned my lesson on what i have to lose, i understand you are my mother and we just have to get along, in this world we both belong, I'll listen to your rules doesn't mean I'll follow thought, I'll do my chores, stay home when I'm grounded, be in by curfew when I'm not, try my hardest to obey what you say, but stop soothing me with all those dumb words that you say, I'm not listening why waist your breath, I'm sorry I'm not perfect, and that i cant do anything right, but I'm trying my hardest to do my best, but when i always seem to fail, you don't help it by putting me down, all i want is a smile instead of a frown, I'm sorry I'm not on the honor roll and that i don't make you proud, but i wont change for anyone as it seems not even myself, let me smoke my cigarettes I'm not ready to quit, its just 2 or 3 a day at least I'm not sitting here silting my wrists. I'm just trying to numb the pain inside which is improving a whole lot, I'm just trying to get by living my life day by day and thats really all i have to say |