I tried ; I tried calling out for help. I called out to everyone side of the wall, begging to help me.
How can I tell you my pain,
When you’ve never been pricked by the same thorn.
Would you understand?
Was it as sharp as mine ?
You say come to me. Tell me your pain.
What if I wanna show you my pain.
Would I be the same to you ?
Would you stay?
I wanna tell you what’s troubling me.
That’s what we’ve been doing for ages.
But what should I do when it’s you ?
It’s you , who has been troubling me.
Hiding from the world
