My life

My body, it feels so cold,
Im trying to get out of your choke-hold,
Im trying to get away,
but your making me stay,
what kind of father are you,
why are you doing this to me,
Im begging you, please just let me be,
like i said, im trying to get away,
i cant take it for another day,
everyday I get more pain,
and everyday on my shirt theres another stain,
I cant get the blood out,
I have even tried the detergent "shout",
it doesnt matter, even if i get out the stain,
it wont make me forget all my pain,
I feel that if I died tomorrow,
no one in this world would feel sorrow,
Its because of you why i feel this way,
and it feels like its getting worse everyday,
it sucks that i cant leave till september,
I told you i was gonna live with mom, remember?
yea thats right, Im gonna live with her,
Im gonna be happy again, thats for sure.

~chelsea~ 3/8/06