Sick of This Day
By SecretSins
What's the point anymore? Take this shit away. Even these drugs don't numb me to the pain of what you did. Leave me alone cuz you're nothing left but dirt on the floor. And my life isn't meant for this. I can't take anymore of it. I'm so alive, I'm sick of feeling dead. You make me dead. Why do you follow me? Leave me to swallow these pills on my own. I want you to go, you've worn out your stay. And I'm sick of this day. Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 01:19 PM PST 0 • 1
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