No one understands the pain... I wish someone will understand the pain I've gone through.
I want someone, anyone, to say "Something's wrong, Claws. Tell me the truth." When I say "I'm fine."
These scars has changed me, forever. I don't want to be afraid to talk to anyone, I don't want to be afraid to talk to my dad.
I'm not a stranger, I won't be a stranger, no I am yours. I don't want to keep this mask on, but I have to. No one understands...
Scars is what I have, all over my body... Relief exists I find it when, I am cut. These scars keep hidden stories, that I'm afraid to tell. Each scar has a word that tells a story.
A story, that I'm afraid to tell.
A story, that no one knows but me.
A story! That no one cared...
A story... That I keep hidden...
