When I'm getting in bed
I hear a pounding in my head
Hoping that what happened that day
Won't win a fight with my tired mind
The bad thing of the day flash in time
And all I hear are the words of pain
Closing in real near
The names I've been called pounding in my head
Yet most times they don't kill me
Some night the words over power me
I think that I am a "jerk,"
As thy also say a "slut"
"Bitch"
"Loser
But I'm not they don't know me
Yet I believe them
Why?
Why do they think am these things
Why do they want to make me hurt
What did I do to them,
Why do I want to leave to world
Why?
Isn't that all everyone asks?
Why, why, why?
The next thing I know my
mind won't even want to it let go
"I don't want to try anymore, I give up on life"
But when the tear finally stop
flowing down my tired face
Only to awake to have another bad day.
