Crying inside myself.
Hoping the end will come soon.
I don't want help anymore.
People who help always hurt.
Hurt me in the end.
I feel used all the time.
I take a shower and im still
not clean.
I fell hard for love.
Love left my heart.
But I keep giving.
My mother doesnt hear me.
Noone hears my pain.
I hide it all behind this smile.
Something I can't even explain.
I never wanted this.
I'm playing with fire inside.
I want to burn the life inside.
I am going out of my mind.
This is no surprise to anyone.
The pain inside cant be measured.
Many men...I am still beaten.
I am still bleeding.
More then 50 maybe less then a 100.
I have to cut now...Angry and tears.
No handling...Manic...
Hate...Hate oneself...Hate oneself...
~Kesha~