One more time won’t hurt,
I’m scum, evil, dirt.
So many flashbacks,
Boy there are stacks and stacks.
Which one to think about now?
How about the one where dad called you a cow?
Reach for the box,
The box is heavy feeling as if its full of rocks.
Flashback to the last time just how much you were sick
And how you felt like such an absolute prick.
Remembering the pain,
What did that gain?
Stomach being pumped,
For what, just because you got dumped?
These thoughts just won’t go away,
As for tomorrow is just another day.