If you see these marks upon my arms,
Just no there because of you,
I'm sick of hiding and being afraid,
I'm sick of running to.

I'm sick of all these promises,
To my face you break,
I'm sick of crying tears,
That you never wipe away.

I'm hurting inside,
And you say that you care,
But it's whenever I need you,
That you're never there.

I'm sick of the way you treat me,
Of the disrespect you show,
Yet I still stand by you,
I'd never let you go.

By Siobhan

Date: 8/November/2004