I dont know why your mum hates me i dont know why i try, i'm sick of being sad hurting deep down inside, i'm sick of being somthing i dont want to be, i'm sick of trying to smile trying to be free, sick of always being here trying to go on, sick of always living dealing with the pain, sick of all the shit i have taking each and every day, sick of all the game the hurt n the pain, so tonight is the night that the pain all stops the razor has to do its job goodnight..
um yeah its not good but plz comment it was my first poem
