Wind blowing through the trees,
Why does nobody see the unhappiness brought upon me?
Is it because I keep it hidden?
My signs removing suicide
The signs caused by all your lies?
It hurts you know
knowing the truth when you say what isn't so.
Hoping I wouldn't realize all your bullshit.
But I do.
I may not always say so
But the truth is written deep in my scars
Visible only to me
Hidden by modern cloths and smiles
Afraid of society.
