In this world of chaos and confusion,
I felt that the road ahead is bumpy and scary.
There is no telling whether,
You might reach where you want to go.
But nobody knows how I am feeling.
The tears that dried up in my heart,
Are unknown to the others.
When my friends asked what's wrong,
I would just say I am tired.
A listener is all I need.
To sit by me and hold me tight.
To tell me that no matter what happen,
He will be there for me always.
But nobody knows.
The scars on my arms that I lied about,
Were from my knife to rid my heartache.
There is no one who understands,
No one to tell me that all is fine.
What they see is just a smile on my face.
The twinkle in my eyes and the burst of laughter.
But what they don't know is,
When the door closes and the night sets in,
I start to slice my wrists and toes.
In front of everyone I try to act,
That nothing is wrong and all is alright.
But behind my doors I always cry,
Hidden under blankets and in my bed.
My pillow became my only place for solace.
No one knows that behind my smiling face,
My heart and mind had been shred into pieces.
They do not know that the scars on my wrists,
Are not an accident but I try to kill myself.
No, nobody knows.
