i am so sick and tired
of being used as a punchbag
i know i can't stop fighting
and, believe me, i won't
but that doesn't make the damage less
and it doesn't stop the tears streaming down my face
it doesn't keep me entirely sane, either
world, why won't you recognize my pain?
i know i am so small,
as is the mountain on my shoulders
i know i don't matter,
nor do the things they put me through
but, please, this once
tell me it is worth it
say it's not for nothing
send someone to save me
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
i am so sick and tired
of being used as a punchbag
i know i can't stop fighting
and, believe me, i won't
but that doesn't make the damage less
and it doesn't stop the tears streaming down my face
it doesn't keep me entirely sane, either
world, why won't you recognize my pain?
i know i am so small,
as is the mountain on my shoulders
i know i don't matter,
nor do the things they put me through
but, please, this once
tell me it is worth it
say it's not for nothing
send someone to save me
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