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sick and tired & it isnt okay
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sick and tired
sick and tired of being left alone,
my heart is hardening into a stone,
empty eyes reflecting the days gloom,
sick and tired of crying in my room,
cried so many tears that i've gone dry;
sick and tired of staying home,
i need to be free, i need room to roam,
happiness comes with a price to pay,
i wished it would come with the suns bright rays,
sick and tired of being blind,
can't even see when someone is turning me down,
can't seem to get rid of this perpetual frown,
sick and tired of hateful glares,
people dont even seem to care,
they walk around with their heads in the clouds,
leaving the earth they need to come back down,
sick and tired of wisdom beyond my years,
wish i could be a kid again with childhood fears,
ive traded kisses and hugs with depression and friends on drugs,
sick and tired of sadness and depression,
now a days hate and rage is an obsession,
sick and tired of being stabbed in the back,
why do all these days have to be colored black?
sick and tired of so much mistrust,
people hurting people with one quick thrust,
i want to close my eyes and this will all be just a dream,
nothing could be as bad as this world seems.
it isn't okay
curled up into a tight little ball,
tear stained face haunted by pictures on the wall,
phony smiles, shadows in their eyes,
suffering so bad in their painful lives,
shaking and shivering in the corner of your room,
it seems everyone can see your unpredictable doom,
fake happiness lets everyone think that its all okay,
but im not stupid i know you cry alone everyday,
praying to a god you don't believe is real,
who came along and took what was yours?
they took something that makes you cry behind closed doors,
now they know so they tease and torture you with stupid remarks,
adding more weight to your heavy cement heart,
a heart made hard by the pain in your life,
no wonder you want so much to die,
i can see threw your mask that you put on,
only put on so no one thinks anything is wrong,
scars on your wrists, hands clenched into fists,
standing like your ready to fight,
so why dont you fight for your life?
its because you dont want to live anymore,
who would want non-stop pain,
to be teased by people that are vain,
driven to tears by the thought of living another day,
wake up in the morning just to tell yourself its all okay.