No one knows just how it feels,
No one sees the bruises they leave.
No one will find out where the scars are really from.
No one will care when she am gone...
No one will think about me after the deed is done.
No one is able to love her... at least not really.
No one cares that I am slipping farther and farther away.
And no one will see the message left on the wall.
A message left in blood that no one understands,
Because no one tried to help her.
She always thought, she was a no one.
She thought no one cared.
She tried to kill herself and thought she was better off dead since no on tried to stop her
She is not really there inside and just wants to be left alone.
She wonders if things are real, such as; happiness, peace, love, and kindness.
She thinks about if its true that there really are nice people out there in the world.
She never felt like she deserved someones help.
She was never disapointed when no one showed up.
She was me and can't you see.
That its to late to change the past.
To late to take back the hurt.
To late to free her from the pain.
To late to help her from the monsters in her own family.
To late to keep her from being bruised and battered.
It.... It is just to late.
No one sees the bruises they leave.
No one will find out where the scars are really from.
No one will care when she am gone...
No one will think about me after the deed is done.
No one is able to love her... at least not really.
No one cares that I am slipping farther and farther away.
And no one will see the message left on the wall.
A message left in blood that no one understands,
Because no one tried to help her.
She always thought, she was a no one.
She thought no one cared.
She tried to kill herself and thought she was better off dead since no on tried to stop her
She is not really there inside and just wants to be left alone.
She wonders if things are real, such as; happiness, peace, love, and kindness.
She thinks about if its true that there really are nice people out there in the world.
She never felt like she deserved someones help.
She was never disapointed when no one showed up.
She was me and can't you see.
That its to late to change the past.
To late to take back the hurt.
To late to free her from the pain.
To late to help her from the monsters in her own family.
To late to keep her from being bruised and battered.
It.... It is just to late.
