Your parents don't get why you blare the music so loud. They don't understand that you're trying to block out their sounds. Their useless words from their mouths won't help them now. Let's walk through the day in your shoes. Wake up and wish you didn't. You look around and feel the skin you barely fit in. Your step-mother calls you down but you already know what you're getting. She'll talk to you like you were less then throw a fit when you tell her you're not listening. But why should you when it's not even her house you live in. Now you're in the bus waiting for your hell to get in. It's hard to survive the ride. You barely get by, when you get to your school and waste another six hours of life. In class and all you can think is "stop the tapping!" or these ******* lights shine to **** bright. Detention after school, but you don't care tonight. These bus ride parasites don't care and are only seeing through their blind *** eyes. They can't even read your heart with their ******* crippled eyesight. You get home and all you can hear is the sound of your parents fight. Not again when mom's wrong and dad's right. Seems backwards until mom leaves again that night. You go upstairs with the same frown you wore all day, with only one thought in your head. "How selfish of me, to want to be dead." Because you are sick of these constant repeats and the daily life circle. You just want to escape the cage of it all, but if you can't then you will continue to hurt 'till.....