Pain is a language
Without words
And it is unspoken
By words
Does it help to know
That these scars
Are just a simple cry for help
A sign of the hurt and pain inside
Would you stretch out your hand
And pull me out from my cold world
And comfort me with your warm words
While you wipe away my tears of despair
Or would you leave me in that isolated world
While you surround me with your criticism
You though I feel nothing
But inside, I was screaming and drowning in my own tears
