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Sick of it

I can not think straight
Can not see clear
Its getting so late
What is this I fear?
I wish for a clean slate
Which way will I veer?

My fear is the pain
My fear is the loneliness
My fear is going insane
My fear is the distress
My fear is being to blame

Which path doin take?
Did I make a mistake?
Tell me its not to late
To change things in my life
To get ride of the strife
And avoid the knife

The fogginessn in my head
Just won't go away
tired of wishing I was dead
Tired of waiting for a better day

Sick of the judgement
Sick of the lies
Sick of entrapment
Sick of the wrong guys

so stop judging everything I do
Stop ridiculing me.
This time we're through
You'll be just another memory

I dont deserve to be treated like this
I dont deserve to be judged
You have no idea what I've been through
They say ignorance is bliss
I think they lied
Put yourself in my shoes

You'll realize im strong
That I always hold on
To hope and luck which are overdue
To the love which seems to be gone
Written by BlackCarol
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