Sick of the fights --
The consant screaming,
yelling, throwing things
across the room in a pit
of fury. Why can't
we just get along?
Sick of the lies --
"I love you", "I care about you,"
"I'll never leave you."
You tell me because you know
it's what I want to hear.
And I was stupid enough to
believe them. Why couldn't
you tell the truth?
Sick of the pain --
The voices in my head,
The harsh words of abuse
coming at me from all sides.
What did I do to deserve this?
Sick of being addicted --
Using the razor to comfort me,
not knowing any other way.
Wanting a way out.
Sick of being hurt.
Sick of everything,
All the lies, torture,
Sadness, pain.
What did I ever do?
Why me?
Those are the questions I ask myself
every day. And still, I can't
seem to find a solution.
Don't you hear my screams?
Don't you hear my cries?
Don't you see me?
It's like I'm invisible to you.
No one cares to notice,
to lend a helping hand.
No one cares. No one cares. No one cares.
