I'm sick of all the shit that I've put up with over the years.
But i refuse to let out any tears.
I've been jumped and attacked,
and nobody has ever had my back.
My best friend watched as the brutallity got worse.
My ribs popped and blood began to burst.
And people wonder why I remain quiet and don't trust anyone.
I decided a long time ago that I was done,
with trying to make friends, done trying to make amends,
with all who have wronged me,
and all whom I have wronged myself.
But now all those who have hurt me can just go to hell.
They can do what they want.
But from now on I take care of me.
I'm done trying to make people see,
that I'm not a bad person,
I'm just misunderstood.
Nobody knows what I have gone through.
And if you read this or not, neither do you.
So go ahead, read this and laugh.
You haven't gone through half the shit I have.