Deep inside.. there is a voice..
a voice that can never be heard again...
Her emotions hidden.. to her parents, she`s a...
she lives in misery, without showing her face...
I have an imagination
i`ll start using it today...
I want to escape to that place once again
the place that's restricted.. though i have twice...
I tried to draw my feelings on a piece of paper
Nothing seemed to show...
Have you ever wondered what it is like,
to drown in the numbness, and never feel again...
Hello dear friend, the great part of me.
Wont you come out, and let me see...
With a hole in my heart,
a knife in my hand...
I tried to draw my feelings on a piece of paper
Nothing seemed to show...
I want to escape to that place once again
the place that's restricted.. though i have twice...
Why arent you listening, to what I have to say? |
And it's killing me inside . . because I can't tell anyone . . not even my journal . . for I fear if I write it down or speak it out . . it will become reality . . |
It's so hard to be thankful for what I have and now I realize why: |