As I sit here day after day, my heart breakes. My soul slowly tears away. For his love I
can not make. I can not make him love me, even though I do try. All the feelings I have
for him he cant see. But if he knew I would have to lie. He will never love the way I do
or feel the way I feel. So the cuts were my only way to deal. When the pain goes away,
and the blood is gone, the scars remain, and remind me that Im still all alone. They tell
the story I wished everyone knew, but I have to hide inside. Until I know what to do.
