Sometimes I wonder if you look closely at my eyes, you can see every thought from my head and every image that I’ve seen?
Sometimes I wonder if my cheeks show the tears I’ve cried, as if they leave an indent on me
Sometimes I wonder if if you look at my smiling face, can you see all the words I’ve said all the cry’s for help I’ve silently whispered?
Sometimes I wonder if you look at my hands, can you see that I’ve used them as weapons against myself?
Sometimes I wonder if you look at me close enough you can read my whole story, every thought, every tear, every word, every touch can you see the indent that life has left on me?