Stabbing me in the part that hurts over and over again,
although there is no blood, there is still too much to mend,
so i come to witty poruing my feelings out on screan, because i used all the ink in my pens
school this, school that,
where social skills are better than smarts,
i wish there was psycolegy, to fix my hurt, unbroken parts,
of my heart,
because no matter where i go
taco bell, burger king, best buy, my room or even the grocery mart,
my brothers, mother, father and myself, keep tearing my faith and hope apart:(
Go to lunch to find myself less funnier than before,
then to home, to find that im locked out the door,
my brother hogging the couch making me sit on the floor,
and this is how they antaganize me, push the nife in more,
at nite time in the shower i check myself for blood,
i gess its again with the internal bleeding, walking out the shower, looking around like a total dud,
im thinking, if i start again, i would need to pray
because the worst type of suiside, is going back another day,
and knowing that no one will ever feel the exzact same way
*i dont care if you like it or not,
its the truth, and when you tell
your friends the truth, they wont
have buttons to press that say
they like it or not....this is the actual
way i feel at home, i am filled with guilt,
that doesnt even belong to me
please, some advise....