Problem Child
The holidays are drawing nearer
My problems are becoming so much clearer.
My parents aren’t the problem you see
The only problem that was there was me.
I’m the problem, I’m what’s wrong
Why hadn’t I figured this out for so long?
I’m the one that has ruined everyone’s lives
I shouldn’t be here, I deserve to die.
Now I feel awfully sick
It hit me so fast, so hard, so thick.
Now I hate myself even more
Just wait and see what I have in store.
But is it really all my fault?
When my parents don’t talk to me not even at all?
If they cared wouldn’t they say
We love you honey it will all be okay?
I’m so confused I don’t know what to do
I guess it’s a situation where you can win or lose.
I guess I’ve lost I’ll try to cope
But I’ve lost all faith I’ve lost all hope.
I guess we’ll just have to wait and see
What will happen, what becomes of me.
Maybe it’s hope and faith I will have found
But also maybe six feet isn’t so far down .
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