You ask me, why I've never said it?
Why I've never said that the words, their words, your words hurt?
Why I've never said you should stop?
I wanted to, I want to, but I can't anymore.
'Cause everyone laught when I said the truth, everyone laught when I cried.
I'll never say that it feels like everyone, every sentence, every word feels like a knife droven into my bleeding heart...
That's it.
My greatest weekness is my fear to show you my wounded soul.
But you never asked me why.
You just hurt me again.
And I want to scream, want to scream, want to scream out three damn words.
STOP HURTING ME!
But I can't.
And that's okay, 'cause I