Sick of it

I’m sick of living
I’m sick of life
I’m sick of being treated like I’m under five
It’s worse than being stabbed in the chest with a knife

I’m sick of disrespect
I’m sick of pain
I’m sick of regret
I’m tired of shame

I’m done getting hurt
I’m done crying
I’m done with everyone
A new me is dawning

I’m finished being treated like I’m not somebody
I’d rather be known by nobody
I’m sick of all the lies
And stuff being said about my name

I just want to be respected
Treated nice not disrespected
I just want to be loved
You know…
The caring kind of love
But since this’ll never happen
I’ll be fine with giving up.