Can you hear me? Cuz sometimes it feels like no one listens. Theres a reason I got 21 cuts on my left forearm. Years of having to deal with cronic pain, time ive spent debating, will it be ok just cuz you tell me it will be? Cuz it never gets any better, they say the bipolar crying spells will last forever. Always getting worse. And sometimes I beg for attention cuz im used to not getting any. Theres this empty spot in my heart, where everything is missing, just wishing, for someone to see her, notice her through the make up mask I wear. Truth is I dont look better without my mascara on. I dont feel like I am worth anything. They say dont take it so ******* yourself, yet easier said than done. Im broken hearted, broken minded...im a broken toy men toss around and woman kick the **** out of. And sometimes its hard to repair myself.