Save Us Poem by pringle popper

I'm sick of the way,
I pretend it's ok,
The way you make me feel,
Because I've had enough,
That you don't give a stuff,
About the hurt that you've caused me just lately,
I can't do no right,
I can only do wrong,
I hate that you call me a stupid Mong,
The words that you use,
cause me a short fuse,
And I don't like who I become,
When I lay in my bed,
Wishing I was dead,
Because the anger just won't leave my body,
I harbour the pain,
Like collecting the rain,
And it hurts deep down inside me,
My heart is going stale,
And I know that I have failed,
Just too keep that one person happy,
If this isn't the end,
Maybe a hand you will lend,
And maybe that will save us.