Because of how you wain 
Every minute of admission to your existence urks me, it drains
and it fucking hurts me, to continue on working 
in the hopes everything will change 
 Yet every day is just the same 
I’m so exhausted
stressed
frustrated
upset
that I’m shaking…Trying to find the way around your rules and yet still express myself 
They say you just have to play the hand your dealt
I say fuck that, give me a new hand.  

4:44 pm  •  12 April 2012  •  2 notes