How fucking loud do I have to cry for you to hear my pain?
How hard do I have to punch for you to realise I'm pissed off.
What have I got to do to show you I'm not the hell okay,
I don't know what else to do - no, I'm not holding strong!
I'm fed up of being strong, I'm fed up being the lifeline,
why doesn't someone else take up my fucking job?
Trust me, you'll want to quit it by the end of the night.
I don't see why I have to sort everything out,
I don't know why I'm left to pick up my own pieces.
When they all cry at night and want to kill themselves,
who was the person who nursed them back to health?
I don't want anything for it, just some care back,
I don't like doing this on my own - crying tonight.
No, there's nothing you can do, how can there be?
It's not like there's any real help for me.
Those I've let myself close to aren't here for me.
Where's my sex crazed ex James, or violent Karl?
I haven't seen them for ages [not that I''m not glad].
But I'd like them to at least care how I feel,
because I always do; I always respect peoples feelings.
It's in my nature, I can feel what others feel,
I don't want to see people in any pain.
But it's all at the expense of my own pain!
Why wont my sister love me, she's my sister!
Why did they all blame me for the sexual assault?
Why did nobody protect me when they happened?
Why did some of them try to do it themselves?
Why did James use me and hit me that one time,
why did Karl sleep with me, look at child porn,
why did he do all this fucking crap?
Why can't Steven see, why can't he ease off,
why can't he take the responsibility?
I know rumours may go about if we tell,
but that's better than sneaking around, right?
I'm sick of keeping it bottled up, I'm sick and fucking tired!
I've had enough of being the one who just supports others.
Please, someone help me...
Adding your comment:
Let all out, honey, it's good for you.
