My cries are like whispers
Don't no one hear my cries but the good lord...
When I feel, I feel everything,
Cut deep to the bone...
The more I breathe
The clearer I see...
Five year old in my brain
Playing with pieces of my pain...
I'm screaming out for help,
But nobody comes running...
These voices, I hear them, everyday.
24/7...
Everybody thinks I'm crazy,
Because at the tender age of 16...
Another day gone by,
Another cut on my arm, thigh and side...
Maybe it was all a lie?
The smiles do feel forced...
Why would anyone break your heart?
why would anyone make you cry...
Broken and worthless,
hear my cries...
Ever noticed?
every time you want to be happy it always...