I'm tired of being your target..
The object of your anger...
There's a tale
Of a magical chest...
When will I find a person.
Who loves me for me...
Sometimes i just fell like dieing
on the inside i am always crying...
The way you treat me
Its just unfair...
I Live life Waiting For Death,
Staring At The Door...
The cold linoleum floor makes me shiver as i cut...
Left behind
Browse some posibility...
I sometimes wish
I could hide behind a mask...
The pain it takes with it all
the very being of the gods...
Getting beat in the bathroom stall
people kicking and screaming...
This is my life,
I cant change it...