Forced To Grow Up

Forcing myself to grow up It was the hardest thing to do See I got sick All fucked up in the head Everyone said hey I understand But the hell if any of them did Yeah like anyone could really understand Understand what that year of hell was like to me What it did to me, they would never see I tried to stop the voices All the feelings inside I have scars now I scarred myself for life Scars in my head And on my arms And people don't think being manic is a real thing But fuck it is Just ask my mom who had to stay home almost everyday with me Or my little sister who hated me for so long I had to gain back everyones trust in me For the longest time my mom hid razors Because I fucked up I was stupid as hell I lost all my friends Had to drop out of school Got my GED Can't even go to my senior prom Or walk down the aisle with my graduating class But being sick and almost going crazy was the best thing in the world for me The sadness I felt you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy And well the happiness....There is no drug you could buy to get that kinda high I grew up fast because of my own private torture.... But I wouldn't change it if I couldThis is just a little rant, as I sit here thinking I could be sitting in lunch right now at school, but I can't go back to school. Nor would I want to. Thanks for spending your time reading Written February 28th, 2002 © on Feb 28 2002 02:16 AM PST   0 • 1