Sick and tired of being me
wish there was someone else I could be
Tired of fighting to live
tired of abusers I have to forgive
My mind can’t think straight
not sure if I will make it to the heavenly gate
I can’t help but think I am bad
and I am just so very sad
The images still haunt me
not sure how to feel
Why does things have to be this way?
Why are things so hard for me to say?
Confusion sets in and I can’t think
thoughts are gone before I blink
The frustrated is beyond belief
a lost childhood makes me grieve
One day I hope it will be easier
that is for sure
It’s just so hard to cope
and not to give up hope
