lost in doubt
By lost in my own confessions •
The pressure becomes so deep
I can hardly speak
It holds me down
Which keeps me form going to Heaven nor Hell
It pisses me off wich makes me cry
Which= migrain which= I wish I could die
Because of the pressure their is none of the happy
But only more doubts and pain
I suffer through my father no matter what
He is always the one putting me down.....
Calling me a dumbass just because I had gotten 2 c's on my report card
And so what if i hate him
What am I supposed to love him Back just because he gives me a ton of stuff?!?
I hate him even when he does take his happy pills!!!!!!!!
If ppl think Im wrong then they can go and try liveing with some1 who calls you ugly and dumb and then acts like it never happend just so youll give the fielthy pig some candy even though he has dieabeties(sp)