I watch these four walls close in,
Slowly losing touch with my kin...
I've seen so many times
I've heard it till my ears burst...
No one could see through my smile
I hid my emotions well...
God does not love him anymore:
he carries his satchel on a shoulder strap...
O dear poh the wonderful words saying me to flow,
but aspects like a poet' s paper that swim over...
I hate that you see through me
remember when we were friends...
I should've seen it coming
i knew it would happen...
Im that emo girl in the corner
i cry myself to sleep...
19 years old still living in this world
feels like when i was first born blind...
You smile,
you laugh...
People judge me every day
they judge me cause of my scars...
You see me smile,When i with you .
You don't see the tears i cry, When i'm alone...