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I told you I don’t do it,

I told you id stopped doing it,

I denied I had ever done it,

And you didn’t even question me.



I told you what I "didn’t" do,

I told you in vivid detail the pain,

The feelings that I felt, and the coldness,

I guess you never could tell if I was lying.



The colours, feelings, emotions, etc...

Did you really think I made them up?

Didn’t you ever think to question me?

How come you didn’t see my pain?



Was it all just a lie?

Did I just make it up?

Am I simply telling the truth?

Didn’t you hear me cry?



Even if you read this, you’d not believe,

To think I didn’t do what I have,

Everything I say is true; I've done it all,

I guess I kind of lied about not doing it.



How come you never asked?

You saw my marks,

You never said a word,

How is it that you can be that blind?



All the pain is real,

All the hurt is real,

Everything that I’ve told you,

What are you? Stupid?



Safe inside my head no more,

My place is violated and destroyed,

Now you, the one that doesn’t see,

Only you can help me now.



I try to will it away, doesn’t work,

Frightened by what’s happening,

Don’t shut me out,

I'm asking for help, let me have it.



I know I lied to you,

You didn’t need to know,

You can give me what I need,

Please don’t deny me help,

I want to live, let me.