Trust
You're supposed to trust me, i did nothing wrong, why do I deserve this pain, this hurt, this suffering, this sorrow? I wish for death, relief of pain, I cant stand it anymore, kill me now please before tomorrow. Will i never live my dream, have a wedding, a life, a family. Life is anything and everything but fair, I feel like I cant even have a child to bare. I work all day, I work all night, I bust my ass but still we fight. We cant get along or make this work, if ya dont trust me someone's gonna get hurt. Though i could use a glass of wine, and know this pain and sorrow aint just mine. I hope and pray things will improve, God help me cuz i dont know what to do.
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