Tell me I'm sad Tell me I'm sick Tell me I'm exhausted I'll only agree with the last one, I'm not a fucking martian. Don't hold everything I say and hold me as a hostage.
I may not be the smartest, but do not make me feel like I'm bombarded. Don't come around saying that you're trying to help, you're not, so get the fuck off me. Maybe I am sick, I'm sick of all this shit, I must be building my own coffin.
I am not sick in the way you think, I am just sick and tired of you and how often You get through all the shit by making it all my fault, you're not solving Anything so don't come around here and think that you can blame it on me.
One last thing, I'm not sad, I'm wondering why my life can't grow wings and fly off and Don't try to keep fixing everything, you don't know nothing. I'm done writing this letter so I will put my pen away and just keep walking.