Maybe i am a pain,
maybe it is my fault,
but stop acting like a child,
you call your self an adult?
you smash my things,
you make me cry,
more than once ive tryed to die,
you make me week,
make me look at my feet,
you told me things i started to belive,
im a waster a slag a stupid child,
oh how i was so naieve.
when i first moved in,
my room was great,
loads of stuff you were my best mate,
i looked up to you,
you told me everything to do,
but then you changed,
i didnt understand it was all so strange,
you torn my dads xmas card apart,
that day you also tore apart my heart,
my room was then rapitadly smashed,
my stuff chuked out in the rain,
but its alrite two can play at that game.
I drink everyday i know i shouldnt,
but if i tryed to live with out it i know i couldnt,
it keeps me strong, makes me not worry when things go rong,
it gives me a feeling of relif
make me not worry about the next thing coming,
when i down that bottle of vodka,
i get strange looks like \"god look at her\"
i dont care after, im in my own world,
full of love and laughter,
im a A grade student,
or atleast i was,
untill my life and stuff had a great deal of movement,
im a D grade now but i dont care,
life has always been so unfair.
My family is difficult,
i cant act myself,
when i see happy families my heart just melts,
When i was 3 i made my own beans on toast,
when i was 5 i ran for the coast,
when i 7 my grampy went to heven
and when i was 9 my life was no longer mine,
when i was 10 i started drinking,
by 10 n a half i wasnt thinking,
by 12 i started taking drugs,
by 13 i didnt want no hugs,
by 14 i tryed to take whats mine
no more or less than 12 times
my life is worthless,
i do not care,
but here i go again,
picking up the familier knife,
daring my self to take my own life,
my bodys full of cuts and scars,
oh yeah ive chuked my self in front of cars,
you can call me wierd, a sico whatever,
but to be honest, ive never felt beter,
when you crying so hard you cannot see,
you have no clue what ur ment to be,
you cant sleep at nite,
and you wont eat,
sycologists and things you have to meet,
it makes it worse your dad used to beat,
you and your mum, she had a black cheek,
i grew up not knowing love,
only how to be strong,
but sometimes its to much to try and hold on,
sometimes i really cant cope,
and slowly, silently giving up hope,
because i dont want to live anymore.
All my life i have felt that there something for me to do,
i know now that its not being here with you,
but where can i go,
we cant afford a house,
no-one but you could steep that low,
maybe it\'ll be beter of with out me,
its too late now, im slipping away,
youll just have to wait and see.
