In The Silence
I take a glance,
at the scars on my wrists
they tell me,
it doesn't have to be like this
I want to talk,
to let it out
but nobody is there to listen,
even when I shout
depression is dark
so speak up
before it takes you away
and covers your mouth
at the scars on my wrists
they tell me,
it doesn't have to be like this
I want to talk,
to let it out
but nobody is there to listen,
even when I shout
depression is dark
so speak up
before it takes you away
and covers your mouth