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
sometimes it just gets too much; and there's never help on the way.