As a young girl, they told you to put a bandage on when you're hurt. You grow up and no one is watching over you anymore. You keep the things inside the back of your throat, always afraid of what people will think when you say how you really feel. You let the demons inside your head eat you alive. Maybe it's just me, but these are all the things I failed to say. Highest Rank Ever - #2 in Words *CompletedAll Rights Reserved