Change
I wake up in my bed everyday,
Wonderin' if anything is going to be okay.
Wondering to myself,
should I go,
Or should i stay?
Cause i've been bullied before
Its like walking through a broken door.
With a bunch of bruises,
Because of my uses.
Life always backfired on me,
because everytime soeone said something will be alright,
It turns out worse.
Have you ever thought of pain?
Where youll go with it.
Where you will end up.
Where youll hurt yourself if something happened.
Well life is like that,
you gotta except the pain and get through the pain.
~Haley pickron
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