I'm stuck here like glue on paper,
Crying all day,
Depressional acts driving me to do insane things,
Being blamed for things that I didn't do,
Music numbs the pain,
Its the only source of relief that I have rather than cutting,
Looking for people like me to associate with,
Here with a price on my head,
Millions of men stalk me and try to get my attention but I just ignore them and keep a low life,
"Arghhhhhhh aaaaaah i screamm"trying to find a some relief,
He comes back once again but now he has a belt on his hand swinging it around trying to get my attention,
Whoosh the belt comes into contact with my back,
I just sit still coz I am already used to the pain,
Broken beyond repair,
Nobody can help me,
I am just damaged fatally,
*sigh when will it all end ?
WHEN?
Even death is more delighting than this pain,
Then suddenly the old clock starts ticking,
TICKTOCK, TICKTOCK,
That's when I braced myself for what was to come.
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