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The faucet left running, makes the bills go high

Another comment, another critic, another Damn lie.

I'm working hard putting in all I can, you can't say I don't try.

But it's the bills that leaves the faucet to run, now every night I cry.

I work, but make too little, I put in, and don't get back

I have enough to worry about, but people keep building the stack.

Happiness and peace of mind is everything I lack

Everywhere I turn, comes another unanticipated attack.

These bills keep coming, of nagging and complaints

I feel like a prisoner, there's just to many restraints.

I try to hold in my anger, pain, agony, and strife,

I can't get the faucet to stop running, even though I tried tightening the pipe.

I tightened it all that I can, tried to hold my tears back,

But than I begin to feel I'm about to have an anxiety attack.

The longer I hold in the tears, the harder the faucet runs when it all comes out

I pray and pray to God, but he won't ease my weary pouts.

I fear my sink will over flow

but no one cares to know.

They complain when my pains shows,

and that's as far as it  goes.

I have a love who worries, but I push away

Hoping he will forgive me some day,

I appreciate that no matter what I do, he stays,

but how long will it remain that way?

The ones who are supposed to love me cause we're blood,

seem to never live up to what they should.

All i get is negativity, they've put me down in every way they could,

But I do too much for them, for them to make my sink flood.

So I run and run, from the ones I grow to hate,

but no matter how hard I try, I can never escape.

I can not trust or depend on them for anything, and to fix things, it's too late.

Putting up with their shit, I can no longer take...

So i walk on a path alone

Trying to figure out where to go,

My future is unknown,

Know one can possibly know.

So though I have a love, even he hasn't figured how to ease my fears

Of misery and unhappiness and continuation of these depressing flares.

I can't figure how to stop this faucet, I don't think it can be repaired.

Soon I might droun, in my sink of over-flowing tears.