Never.
Never ever for the rest of my life will I allow my heart to feel for someone.
If I could just accept that I am a piece of meat. I’m someone pretty in a webcam. That I’m something the guys have when their girlfriends aren’t around. If I could accept that, maybe I would stop feeling like the trash-piece-of-meat that I am.

I’m never your loved one.
I am never your lover.
I am your friend (at the best)
I am a piece of meat (at the worse)

I’m a joke.
I’m never anything serious to you.

And I’m not taking blame this time. I am the one trying to be good, trying to be nice, trying to be so much of myself.

I guess I’m trying too much.
I put my heart on the top-shelf now, in a box, putting it away. I’m done with this.

I’m someone to toy around with. My feelings are just a joke. I’m just a hot body. I’m just sex. I’m just shallow. I’m just emptiness.

I’m just a ”poor thing feeling mentally ill”
I’m someone to take care of.
I’m someone pretty in a webcam.
I’m just sex.
I’m just sex.
I’m just sex.
I’m just sex.
I’m a joke.

So shut the fuck up and go back to all your girlfriends.

Everytime I think it’s real… everytime I get hope…every-fucking-time.

How can I make myself go so far just cause I smell the scent of romance and love…and then I just get put in the junkyard?

I’m so done with love.
I’d shoot my heart out just to not have it.

Fuck love
Fuck peace
Fuck happiness and fairytales

I’m just a pretty shell…

Jag är så trött på att bli utnyttjad och låta mej utnyttjas…