Wow.
You find out who your true friends are in the end. Let me tell you...
I, in the beginning, thought she was a good person.
I let her in and trusted her. Now I don't know...
It's like just because of some stupid fight,
Which I have nothing again, I'm glad for this fight,
She thinks it's cool to call me names & to bitch me out.
To try to hurt me. Which, to be frank, is working.
But I've decided, fuck it. I'm not gonna let some little girl
Piss me off. But she is pissing me off.
All I have are my two best friends, my girlfriend, & my boyfriend.
I don't know, though, what to do. I feel like
Everything is falling apart.
My brothers hate me, my Grandma is just......she's a different story,
My Dad....he, too, is a different story. My Mom is just my Mom.
But it's like everything's going against me.
God works in mysterious ways. I'm hoping it's for the better.
I keep telling myself that, & I keep questioning my faith again.
But God is what brought me to this Earth.
He taught me to breathe, to eat, to be who I am today.
But if the very man who brought me up is hurting me,
Should I keep my faith in him?
They tell you in Church that you should always believe in God.
If He puts you through it, He'll get you through it. But....
I don't think I'm strong enough this time.
I keep looking in the bathroom & seeing my fate.
Yeah, I guess this is what you call depression.
It's dark & unsanitary, I guess.
But, I'll get through this. Somehow.
I'll get through this.
I know, I can do this.
I, in the beginning, thought she was a good person.
I let her in and trusted her. Now I don't know...
It's like just because of some stupid fight,
Which I have nothing again, I'm glad for this fight,
She thinks it's cool to call me names & to bitch me out.
To try to hurt me. Which, to be frank, is working.
But I've decided, fuck it. I'm not gonna let some little girl
Piss me off. But she is pissing me off.
All I have are my two best friends, my girlfriend, & my boyfriend.
I don't know, though, what to do. I feel like
Everything is falling apart.
My brothers hate me, my Grandma is just......she's a different story,
My Dad....he, too, is a different story. My Mom is just my Mom.
But it's like everything's going against me.
God works in mysterious ways. I'm hoping it's for the better.
I keep telling myself that, & I keep questioning my faith again.
But God is what brought me to this Earth.
He taught me to breathe, to eat, to be who I am today.
But if the very man who brought me up is hurting me,
Should I keep my faith in him?
They tell you in Church that you should always believe in God.
If He puts you through it, He'll get you through it. But....
I don't think I'm strong enough this time.
I keep looking in the bathroom & seeing my fate.
Yeah, I guess this is what you call depression.
It's dark & unsanitary, I guess.
But, I'll get through this. Somehow.
I'll get through this.
I know, I can do this.