undefinedPains of the past
You try to cut them out of you
It feels as if the blodd that flows out of you is taking your pain with you.
Of course the scars prove you wrong
They show someone who can't stop what they feel.
You call out
No one hears
Your invisable to them
There deaf to your plea.
You try to talk to someone
They say they understand.
How could they?
Do they cut there skin to shreads everynight?
They can't feel your pain
Will yourself to talk, make them understand
All you have to do is open up
You crave there healing hands
But when that fatefull day does come
Don't throw it all away
Life gets better, you'll see
One day someone will hear your plea....[/SIZE]