The pain felt inside was left for me to face on my own,

Non shown, so to all it remain unknown.

Giving up was the taught running through ma head,

but instead, i woke up n face reality because i don't wonna be dead.

Pissed, frustrated, anger build up inside of me,

Stopping me from being who i wonna b me, so me myself can't be proud of me.

Something said, allot heard, nothing done

Voices of disappointment spread in my head,

all that was left to do was run 

But run where,

Since i was buried deep underneath ma fear

trying to shy my way out,

but instead only lies come out.

Stopping myself from telling the truth 

Not that anyone care

I mean if they did

at my worst times they would have been there.