You know what I'm tired of?

Crying.

Crying cause my father not being able to stay sober long enough to teach his duaghters how to drive.

Crying cause my mother doesn't care that my father takes me driving and is drinking while I drive.

Crying cause my mother doesn't care how hurt I am over the break up I had with Deacon and therefor when I do want to send valentines day with this great guy, I am basically ignored.

Crying cause my sister says there's nothing we can do.

Crying cause I feel so worthless.

Crying cause I want to tear open my scars and see that crimson colored glory, feel that beloved sting.

Crying cause my friends don't understand, and therefor have no idea how to comfort me.

Crying cause my life felt good for a second, calm, relaxing, I guess I forgot that when it's calm some strom is coming.

Crying cause I want to scream. Scream the pain away.

Crying cause I want to put a bullet to my side and see if anyone would really give a s***.

Lastly, Crying because my gramma, Dear sweet gramma betty. She's dying ya know. Broke her wrist and has a concussion.

Crying makes me feel weak. Vunerable. I guess that's why I feel so pathetic.