My scars are getting worse.
The nightmares are becoming more clear.
For once I just wish I had someone,
To be my escape, my sanctuary, my listening ear.
People, they try to help, they really do.
But I just wipe them off my shoulder,
Thinking, "Just shoo fly, shoo."
I miss the way things used to be.
On the outside, I'm physically the same.
But inside, this girl, it's just not me.
I cut to make sure I can still feel.
I cry to make sure that this pain,
This horrible nonsense, is still real.
My family wonders, but still they don't ask.
My friends they try to understand,
Everything from my toes to my happy lying mask.
I'm not sure why I still feel this way,
Everything's better it seems, I'm safe now.
But I haven't let anyone know, I still cry every day.
At school I'm nothing but a ghost,
A shadow floating through those halls.
How could this have happened?
Something so big, inflicted by something so small.
Sometimes I wish my name was engraved on a polished rock.
So that I'll become another one of those kids,
That the world had just forgot.
I've become so confused,
At why events have happened, did to me what they did.
Did I do something wrong?
You can't blame me, I'm just a kid...
Please, just take it all away.
Seems like the only answer left is a small loop in a rope.
Because there's only one word in my life
That I've never gotten the chance to experience...
Hope.
