Lost in "Home"
Why does life turn on you when good deeds are done?
Tunring you into a complete asshole because you try so hard.
Frusterated with school & everythingelse ...I cant control myself.
I want to scream & cry, yet I hate that I wine. My feelings I cant hide.
I cant live like this forever. Good deeds come back & bite you in the ass
I feel so "badass" for being called deep. But how deep can one be when one is so wrong?
Hatered faced upon the innocent - my friends. I wouldnt be like this if pressure wasnt present.
I hate what Ive become. It just shows you cant be too nice.
Im tired of helping out because "what good does it do me?" none.
I need comfort from my parents to rain upon me. Friends cant help.
I dont want friends. Friends create the problem. & I overly please them with laughter.
They depend on me so I break down. One more nice thing & ill crack.
When I help other people I can never turn back.
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EmotionalReck07posted on 05/23/2008
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