Its the little things that make me sad.

In my room when its late at night
And I cannot dream or sleep.
I wonder if things will ever be right
Or if Ive got myself in too deep.

Things seem to get worse everyday,
As I try to battle on.
I wish the pain would go away
Cause I'm struggling to stay strong.

Its the little things that make me sad
When my parents hit and shout.
When people don't care that I'm hurting so bad,
When my friends decide to leave me out.

When I remember how I was abused,
And the medical issues over which I cry.
When I like a boy and then find Ive been used,
And then curl up and want to die.

The times when people take the piss,
And their words sting like hell.
The insults that they spit and hiss,
And destroy my confidence as well.

When I see wrecks of people and feel,
So guilty when I see their problems are worse.
And hate myself cause things wont seem to heal,
I ain't some emotional nurse.

When I sick back up my tea,
And give into my treasured knife.
But you don't care, this is only me,
Another person wanting to end their life...