They all asked why i was alone
why i cried, and hid.
But they never would understand, how much it hurts.
It feels like my soul is tearing.
I have to hide,so deep inside so no one will see wat
happened to me. I have many corners that are dark, and cold
and im stuck in them. with all the scars called memieres.
All the pain, pictures, and words that haunt me. When will i ever be free, from this pain. And hate that never leaves
and makes me hid and forbiden me from being myself today.
God the pain needs to release me.