If I go into The Darkness.

Sick of sneaking out.
Sick of getting drunk every weekend.
Sick of being called a slut.
Sick of my reputation.
Sick of people that don't care.
Sick of cigarettes.
Sick of food.
Sick of keeping away fom the blades.
Sick of school.
Sick of parents putting me down even more.
Sick of the rumours.
Sick of being good at nothing.
Sick of only wanting to be something.
Sick of not being able to believe the lies.
Sick of not being with him.