There's no more cheeks left to turn. My confidence is shattered enough. There's nothing left to take anymore. There's nothing even left to say. My wounds are so deep they can't heal. There's no break from this pain at all. The night brings me a chance to dream And be free for a while. It's the same thing everyday. Why cry because it doesn't ease the pain. Why talk because they never listen anyway. I am seen but never heard.
Sometimes because I have an anxiety disorder I feel that no one listens to me