You tell me to be me
But when I am me
you don't like it
And I cant talk to you about it because your to busy
Either with your work
or my sister
FINALLY
Your not busy
But your yelling at me
For something I didn't do
And I know that
you need to vent but
that's not how you vent
because for some like me
who has depression
it hurts because they will feel guilty
and trust me i already feel guilty
the guilt i feel right now
its like burning needles plunging into a small ant that cant do nothing
It's weighing me down like a ten thousand pound bag of bricks
You saw the sadness
And you never noticed the pain
You heard the thunder
and ignored the rain
But yet you wonder why your “daughter “ is hiding in her room
Well that's because
I'm afraid
of this world
The world that's supposed to have you back
when in reality
it's stabbing you with thousands of swords like a witch a its voodoo doll
