I'm tired...I'm tired of the pain, I'm tired of the fighting, I'm tired of this life. I'm sick...I'm sick of all the hypocritical people, I'm sick of the back-stabbing friends, I'm sick of living this lie. I thought I knew you. I thought we would always be friends. How can I be friends with someone who doesn't really want me to be there. I'm obnoxious, I'm loud, I constantly piss you off. So what the fuck are you still here for. I try so hard to please you and for what? To be thrown out of a window? To constantly be the reason you get upset? I thought I knew you. I thought we would always be friends. Were we ever really friends? What do you want from me? I gave you what I could. I can't give you me. Why can't you just accept that and leave it be. I want to be your friend. I want to be there for you. But please don't ask me to be with you. I hurt enough knowing how you feel and I hurt not giving you what you want, so please don't make me hurt by always being pissed at me for it. Why does this have to hurt so much? Why can't we just be friends? Why did you push me away? Why can't you love me no matter where I am? Why does the parent I want to live with matter so much? Am I not still your child. Do I not still hurt everyday that you don't talk to me? Do I not hurt when my little brothers and sisters think I abandoned them for my other family? Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn? Why do you have to be so childish and make me hurt like this? Why can't you still be my father no matter where I live? Why do you have to take away what is so dear to me? Are my tears not enough? Is my shattered heart not enough? Why won't this vicious cycle end?