I live in the Valley Of Sound
My cries for help are silent
No one can hear me
No one can see me
I’m just a fly on the wall for them
They don’t care
They almost all hate me
The only people who care about cuts ‘n’ scars
Are the ones who make fun of them
Does anyone want to help me
No, I know they don’t
Some of them care but they don’t wanna help
They want me to do this all on my own
I need their help
I need their support
They don’t notice that though
They think I’ll be fine on my own
I now know I won’t
Without some of them
I’d be dead
They don’t know though
Why should I try to tell them
They don’t care
It’ll be in one ear out the other
They don’t care that there are nights
That I cry myself to sleep
They don’t know how much self-restraint it takes
Not to cut
They think I’m telling the truth when I say I’m fine
When I say my life is going great
I say it with a fake smile
The smiles of mine that occur the most
It’s all a lie they don’t see through
Even when I want them to
Even when I want to tell the truth
It’s hard to do
To see their faces
To hear their voices
Full of disappointment and confusion
They try to understand
They try to say they’ll help me
It’s a lie
They don’t know how to help