Don't have a name

by Bekah Danzer   Nov 30, 2005


Don't you get tired of all the hurt.
Don't you get tired of being treated like dirt.
Do you ever want to give up and stop. Do you ever feel like your climbing a mountain and can never reach the top.
I have days like that everyday, I always feel like I get pulled every way. My parents fight and yell at eachother and they were never even together. I hate this place they call life right I wish I just had a knife

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