Is It Done
Is it the end of my life
I'm tored of coming home at night
In just going to bed
Wake up in the morning and do life over again
Barely eat barely sleep
Because of the means things you say to me
Do you know how bad it hurts
I scream in side my head
I burn in side my soul
I cry in cry
I dont know why
Why can't i just die
You've hurt me so bad
I'm not even mad
Copyright © Janae Morgan | Year Posted 2010
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