The day is cold, My life is cold, and dark, and dreary. It rains, and the wind is never weary.
The pains, the hurts, the rain,, the tears that rain, the cold it cause
No one sees the tears, tears of hunger, hardship and suffering.
Why does everything I love get torn from me?
I thought by now these impressions would fade. But they are set here to linger. I have inflicted scars from my elbow to my finger, from all over my body.
Nothing ever happens, no one even sees. That behind this curtain is the broken, bloodied me,
It's true I write with anger and sadness, For of all my emotions those are strongest, This deep, deep, resentment towards the world, For making me a man when I want to be a boy. The worse pain is pain of the stomach, my stomach have always forgotten yesterday pleasure and always focus on the future. It ache like the bite of angry bees,
No one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
They have heard this story,
Too many times,
I know that this will fade,
After all it's just hormones.
I really hope my teacher wasn't lying, that one day these cuts will leave.
I hope someday I will find my smile that seemed to run away
The pains, the hurts, the rain,, the tears that rain, the cold it cause
No one sees the tears, tears of hunger, hardship and suffering.
Why does everything I love get torn from me?
I thought by now these impressions would fade. But they are set here to linger. I have inflicted scars from my elbow to my finger, from all over my body.
Nothing ever happens, no one even sees. That behind this curtain is the broken, bloodied me,
It's true I write with anger and sadness, For of all my emotions those are strongest, This deep, deep, resentment towards the world, For making me a man when I want to be a boy. The worse pain is pain of the stomach, my stomach have always forgotten yesterday pleasure and always focus on the future. It ache like the bite of angry bees,
No one seems to notice,
No one seems to care,
They have heard this story,
Too many times,
I know that this will fade,
After all it's just hormones.
I really hope my teacher wasn't lying, that one day these cuts will leave.
I hope someday I will find my smile that seemed to run away