A cry for help

You can't always see the true meaning.

A cry for help


Hate is rage built up in your chest that cant get out
Its blood dripping from your wrist
A fist in the wall
A cry for help

Nobody can here your silent screams
Feel your pain
See the blood of your heart pouring out
Hear, feel, or even sense your cries

Your friends suspect but don't ask
The one who does you push away
With a jealous rage again building ready to explode
As the tears bleed as red as a rose
You cry for help

A cry that nobody can hear but yourself