its the key that wont turn
the car that wont start
being held down and bound
all at the same time being torn apart
its not seeing because you would dare
staring at the sky somewhat unaware

its waking up screaming
saying nothing is wrong
the vivid nightmares that over come you
making you believe that your not strong
its not the only time you feel like dying
once you start you cannot bring yourself to stop crying

who will love you, who will care
a broken toy which served its purpose
being born and being thrown into to a world
that only sees the scars that are on the surface
its hard to see, when all you do is hide
its hard to see how many raise their hand and stand by your side