Sick of, by LaShawnna
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I've got so much stress on me, I just wish you'd quit your
complaining I'm going insane, I'm sick of it! I wish you'd
stop the emotional abuse, I can't it anymore, I'm just so
sick of it! I'm sick of living in this hell hole! All that
goes on in here is drinking, beating, and cursing! I wanna
kill myself at times, its that bad. Whats worse than all
that put together is your lies, that hurts more than
anything. I'm sick of it stop your lying, stop your fussing!
I'm so depressed as it is now I wanna put a knife to my
throat or a gun to my head, I'm sick of it all! Soon you'll
torture me so bad that I'll take the easy way out, then
you'll see, all of you will see what you freaking down to
me!
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Posted: 2005-10-30 14:44:00 UTC |
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