I say I'll do better,
but I don't.
I'm the worst kid ever.
I make everyone feel bad,
cry,
hurt,
be disapointed.
And I can't die.
Because they still care.
And that would make their lives worse.
Mine would be over,
but my memory would still be here.
They don't know what to do with me.
They've tried it all,
but in every situation,
I cause hell.
They punish and take away,
but I don't care.
The only thing I care about,
is them. |