I’m so tired of all this
I’m so sick of you throwing your fits
I’m so sick of getting hit
I’m so tired of every bit
I cried the first time you punched me and I fell
You make me feel like I’m living in a cell
I was going to say something…but I didn’t tell
O God you make me feel like I’m living in hell
My world seemed to stand still
So I saved my money until
I could buy that hypnotic pill!
Now my world was spinning but at least I couldn’t feel
I now think that hell would be comforting
I wouldn’t feel all the hurting
You pissed me off so bad
To be in hell, I’d be glad
chris north
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/living-hell-6/
