My hands are ****** but you can’t see,
The torn up soul I feel in me,
I try to hide the scars I’ve made,
But it’s getting harder and they won’t fade,
My hearts been broken it will not heal,
And I can’t explain the way I feel,
All I hear are shouts are cries,
I feel the pain as someone dies,
To hate a world that hates me back,
To only dream is what I lack,
Forever being a hopeless cause,
Wishing I could make time pause,
And rewind, and stop at the end,
They say when your born life starts that depends,
The start is the end when you’re tired of breath,
And want only a cure that leads you to death,
The start is the end but that’s just for me,
Maybe they’ll understand but how can they see?