Why do I try to help people
all they do is use me and stab me in the back when I open up
all I do is think I'm worth something but I'm just a fuck up
I'm tired of taking these attacks all I feel is pain
I'm so sick of this I know I'm not the same
this world as swallowed me hole when i was only 3
where's my break? Where's my love?
Where is my joy? Where is my life?
Where is my day off from this SICK world?
I'll tell you nowhere
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Author:
GabrielThePoet (
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