Make-up is to hide my darken past

Make-up is to hide my darken past,
Where i think my life is not gonna last,
Under my Make-up i can see,
People abusing and hitting me.

I hate to stop and think,
Will any nice boys give me a wink,
My face with Make-up looks so bad,
I know people thinks im mad.

But do you think i care,
Seen as noone has been there,
And catch me when i fall,
Or even care at all.

I try to end my life,
With a sharp knife,
But will anyone miss me,
When i die i will see.