I am proud of myself.
I won't try to hide
I am full of pride.
I believe in no God
you find that disrespectful and odd.
I could care less
You've made my life a mess.
I try to take a deep breath
But you've made me wish for death.
You've made my life a living Hell
I dint think I will ever be well.
I am sick of crying, I am sick of trying,
I wish I were dying.
You've tried to kick me out
And I asked myself "what is this all about?!"
You've made me depressed and its not going to suppress
No matter how hard you press.
I stand by what I believe
And I hope you leave.
So thanks mom and dad
You've made me this bad.
I am now happy for death
As it takes my last breath.
You no longer have a daughter who is a pest
I hope your second child is the best.
I hope they don't go through Hell like me
'Cause it make you want to flee.
Under your rules we suffocate
Until we relocate.
I am surprised that your rules have not made more people take their last breath
And give it to death!