7 oclock
By ashlee1993
It's 7 oclock.
The anger kicks in.
I get real annoyed.
Everything bothers me.
I'm strong, but not indestructible.
I'm weak, but i'm far from completely broken.
I'm tired, but I can't sleep.
I'm smart, but I can't think.
I'm hurt, I can't deal with much more.
I'm ready to snap, just lose it.
Who would really miss me, who would really care.
I want a different life, I need a different story.
I'm sick of turning the page in this book called life and its all sadness and sorrows.
I want to be happy, I want to feel okay.
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