im sick of all the problems,

im sick of all the lies,

im sick of all the selfishness,

im sick of all the crying,

im sick of all the hypocrites,

im sick of all the fear,

im sick of all the stealing,

im sick of all the dark thoughts,

im sick of being here.

my shitty little poem this is how i feel right now im sick and tired the coward that is my mother moaning how work is so bad but the minute it happens to myself im told 2 stop being silly and go back in there. im tired of having 2 scrimp and save just like my mother because he would rather spend his money on his friends than his family while we are worrying about how 2 pay the bills. but most of all im hurt by the remarks that im selfish even tho im the one that keeps them altogether im the one that listens 2 everyone can they really not see that.

i dont want another christmas like this, maybe this year i might just go somewhere away from all the shit that is my family i really wish i had somewhere 2 go right now i wish i had somewhere 2 be alone, then i want 2 speak 2 my best friend but i dunno what 2 say.

(i really dont care if this makes no sense because just 4 my benefit i just want 2 write down my feelings)

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