They have told you
They have told you
to ignore it
They have told you
it's "just a phase"
They have told you
to move on
They have told you
there are people who have it worse
But
who is going to tell
the dark thoughts that evade your mind
To let you go
But
who is going to tell
the numb and empty feeling that clings to you
everyday and every morning
To move on
But
who is going to tell
the bittersweet voices
To stop caressing your broken soul with the hurtful truth
But
who is going to show you the light
when you've spent so much time in the dark
Who is going to hear your cries
when you mask your pain with that fake smile and dead eyes
Tell me who
Who will listen