Some days I want to sit in my bathtub and slit my wrists.
Wont do it because mom would wake me to clean up the mess.
She would get the sponges and bucket and say get the hell up and
clean up this mess after she came home from one of her dates with
internet men she picks up now that dear old cheating dad has a *****.
Dad would say what a ******* waste of a good life. No need to pay
for college for this useless ******* we called a daughter.
Hate my life, hate my life, hate my life! It ***** to be me!
I'm getting married on the internet and my folks have no clue.
I'll have virtual *** and no clue what the **** to type when I do.
Net fiance is anxious to have at it as he says every time we chat.
Want to say I'm not ready but he wont stick around and I will have no one.
***** being me and I hate my life, I hate my life and it ***** being me.
Should being 18 be this hard? Should being 18 be so confusing.
I want to sit in a bathtub and cut my wrists til I bleed over the floor.
Wont do it because I want to see 19 and I wish the lady who reached
out to me was on so I could talk to her about my messed up head.