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Runaway from everything

Even myself, far as I can go.

Abused goods thats what they say

Not worth saving anymore.

Cutting, trying to keep fears

And tears from rising to the

Surface. Screaming on the inside

Smiling on the outside. Knowing it

Is never going to be okay. Never

going to be able to breathe. Never

have freedom from all this. Age 22

And wishes that I were already dead.

So Runaway from everything inside.

Runaway forever.



~*~Kesha~*~