I’ve lived through much… it seems to be
That it has been too much for me.
I’ve sat through yelling, I’ve sat through pain,
I’ve been used, and used again.
One used me to vent his steam;
Another one used me to be unseen;
One wanted to use me, but too little was my talent,
So he cast me away until I’d found it.
One, he used me for my passion,
all he wanted was sweet satisfation.
All of them, they yelled at me,
And I cryed a million tears unseen.
I’m tired of being beaten, and I’m tired of being strong,
I’ve lived this life for all too long.
I’ve tried to leave, I tried to end it all,
But death would never accept, or answer my call.
That’s why I prefer to sit by myself;
I don’t want to be hurt by anyone else.
Nor do I want to be the cause of your pain,
If I try to end it all again.

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