pain
The pain of being away from you is unbearable, Every second we depart I feel like a part of me is missing. This is killing me I miss you so much.I would do anything to be with you right now. I can wait till I move out so I can get out of this hell hole and actually have a little bit of freedom. My mom and Dad do everything in their power to make me miserable. Im trying so hard not to break down but its hard when the only thing that holds my sanity is a million miles away from me right now.<3
I hate this more than anything right now.
I wish you were here in my arms right now, more than anything. But pain builds character right ? If thats true I have plenty of character. :/. Im just so sick of sitting here and being alone. Nothing I do can distract my mind away from you. Your the only thing in the world that makes me happy. The only thing i do is sit around and try to get my mind off you.
I have no life I spend my whole life playing cheezy pokemon games and thinking about you.
Dad,
The blood is an obvious sign of how much it hurts, and you cant even see what your doing to me.More than once Ive let you get to me and youve suceeded again in putting another lump in my throat, another thing that passes by my mind almost every second of the day. I cant see why you do this to me over and over ive thought it through and composed nothing. You have nothing more on blank paper than reason you have to hate me. And it eats at me everyday.
I hate this more than anything right now.
I wish you were here in my arms right now, more than anything. But pain builds character right ? If thats true I have plenty of character. :/. Im just so sick of sitting here and being alone. Nothing I do can distract my mind away from you. Your the only thing in the world that makes me happy. The only thing i do is sit around and try to get my mind off you.
I have no life I spend my whole life playing cheezy pokemon games and thinking about you.
Dad,
The blood is an obvious sign of how much it hurts, and you cant even see what your doing to me.More than once Ive let you get to me and youve suceeded again in putting another lump in my throat, another thing that passes by my mind almost every second of the day. I cant see why you do this to me over and over ive thought it through and composed nothing. You have nothing more on blank paper than reason you have to hate me. And it eats at me everyday.