Pain engraved in a majority of this heart of mine.
Partially hidden in some areas, wounds wide open in others but I refuse to let a tear fall as I barely tell you this tale of me
Each cut on the outside was a stitch on the inside.
Each puncture of a needle through my skin, a band on my wrist... all the same effect an abundance of tears now rehearsed smiles later.
But no one sees the mist of a tear behind, or senses the torment inside.
No one digs deep enough underneath the surface, no one thinks I'm worth it...