Silence is the skin that covers every scream of pain
That's why every kid is silently cutting each arm in vain
Too scared to say they're scared, or even speak a name
Each person has their own story, and each is the same
Everyone's hurting inside, but can't really explain
Words are only worth so much, so you feel you're to blame
Thinking you could've helped in someway
Gave a little attention, a little life to save
To someone near, who is their own slave
If we only knew about it, would it have ended the same?
The world is oblivious to it all...
