Tired...

I'm so tired.
I'm tired of arguing.
Of people hating me.
Of being talked about behind my back.
Of living in a house full of people who could give a shit less than me.
Lately i've been blowing up at people, The littlest thing sets me off.
My family does'nt care, Doctor's just try to shove pills down my throat.
I'm tired of those pill's, So I threw them all down the drain.
I'm tired of crying, even when I try not to cry and I feel strong.
I still break down and cry. Like today I was cooking and I got in a fight with my sister, When she left I sat on the couch and I couldnt help but cry my eyes out.
I just want to tell someone everything and have them hold me tight and tell me its OK.
But, i'm here comforting myself, per usual, That's all I need anyway, is just me, myself, and I.
Oh well, enough with what i'm tired with and all this weakness shit.
I've been designing my tattoo, starting with the Alice in Wonderland one first, Me and my older brother are designing my big back tattoo, He has been working alot lately so it's gonna take some time to finish it. I have to go, My nephew, Padrick just showed up.