No one understands this pain
or at least that’s what i say.
These mock scars will heal by morning
but all this pain will keep storing
bottling it up inside
biding my time till i let it fly.
Hoping someone will see me.
Even though no one’s there.
Hoping someone will listen
or act like they care.
I know there are people
that care about me so,
but even to them ill never show,
What itmeans to be
All Alone.