Crying

Our hands are covered in red blood
And our eyes are full of tears.
And when we are left alone,
We want to hold those who are near.
When we think that we don't belong,
And we're pushed into the dark,
The people who are doing this
Will never see the marks.
Because if they knew who you really were,
They would all regret it.
And when your cold and dead,
No one will forget it.