And Now I'm Drowning

Fuck this shit.. I'm done.

Is it really that wrong that I would want a life of my own? Instead of spending every second planing what I can do just as soon as I can get out, and then being told 'No.'.

What the hell?

It wasn't my choice to be here.

It wasn't my choice for things to happen like this.

It wasn't my fault.

Is this normal for every one else?

'Cuz I know for a fact i'm not the only one going through this.

But no one can exactly know... can they?

I used to say it'd never happen to me.

Things would be different.

Hah, yeah right.

Like it was my choice.

I guess in a way, it is.

Life is not fair.

No one ever says it is, but people always question it's equality.

What's more of a source, Questions? or Answers?

Anyways, I'm done.

I tell myself, 'Never again.'

But can I say no?

No.

But, could you?

Everytime I even think I have an answer they come back with something else.

But now I'm done.

What if I chose to end it?

I mean, I know I never could.

Never would.

When just the fact that I know I'm thinking of it disgusts me.

But have you ever thought about what it would be like?

To just be done.

Maybe even Happy.