No one knows she hides the scars,
Of the hours spent in her closet,
Listening to loud music,
And writing her story on her wrists.
No one knows why shes walking around
Headphones on,
Music blaring,
Trying to escape the hurt and feelings,
Trying to escape reality,
And trying to escape herself.
No knows that deep inside, she's scared.
Scared of life.
Scared of what happened.
Scared of who she is.
Shes always running from the cops.
But more importantly she runs from herself.
But she can't escape.
Thats why she cuts.
She doesn't hurt cause she cuts.
She cuts cause shes hurt.
She walks around with her music on
because shes hurt.
Shes running cause shes hurt.
But still. no one knows
