Sick of It
Sitting in my room
with all these thoughts running through my mind
what to do, where to hide...
Im running with no where to go,
im so confused
i just want to end this show
i have nothing to loose...
I cant sleep,
im tired and worn out
im falling apart...
I can't do this anymore
what's the use
im falling more and more everyday
from all of the abuse...
-Ashley-
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