The Life of Problems
I have a problem
I have a problem
I don’t care what my
parents think of me
I care too much about
what my parents think
I have a problem of cuts
that lay across my skin
I have a problem
thinking I’m not good enough
I use to try but now i
can’t seem to care
I have to keep trying
they need to be proud
I had to watch
everyone leave me
I had to watch people
worry about me
I saw them the other day
I saw them the other day
They yelled at me
They left at me
I cared what
they thought
I couldn’t care
anymore
I was scared they
were disappointed
They never came back
and I hardened
I thought I didn’t care
I thought I cared
Now I think I’m
not good enough
Now cuts litter
across my skin
I don’t like
what i see
I don’t like
what I see
I’m Done
I’m Done
They walked away finally
They came back
I stood on a chair with
a rope around my neck
I saw the love in their
eyes again
I stepped off to hang to
my death bed in peace
I felt at peace
just then
I smiled for the first
time in years
I smiled for the
first time in years
They lay me six feet
under and only one cared
They laid her six feet
under only i cared
Now that I’m gone people
are starting to care about me
I saw people pretending
to care for my friend
It hurt that I saw her in pain
and others being fake
I saw that she was gone
and what she left
I said my last goodbye
in a letter to a dear friend
and told her to live forever
She gave me a letter
telling me to live
so i said goodbye
I had a problem
I had a problem
