Me, Myself and Tears

if you actually know me, then... Ta-da?


How can I feel for people,
If I can't feel a thing.
And each time I do,
All that's left is a sting.


You tell me I'm an adult,
And it's not like I want to be.
I wasn't done growing up,
But you just ran and flee.


I know it's not your fault,
We needed the extra money.
But I want to be your baby again,
Like when you'd wipe my nose when it was runny.


But now I won't be the youngest,
Because of a mistake.
And though I might look strong,
I feel like I'm going to break.


I'm the only one in the family,
Who isn't with their first.
And no-one ever gave a damn,
When I needed to be nursed.


It has happened a few times,
I'll have to admit.
But the pain was more than emotional,
When I made the slit.


So to all the guys who took me down,
Go and fuck yourself.
How do you feel now,
When I'm left crying by myself.


Did it make you feel big,
Stronger than a war.
Leaving, abusing and using me,
Making me feel like a whore.


I wasn't done growing up,
I want to be a kid once more.
But I guess I jumped in the deep end,
And ended up hitting the floor.


So at the end of the day,
All I needed to say,
Is that I need a hug,
To chase the tears away.