Why ?
What happened ?
Are you okay ?
Please tell me what happened , do you want to talk about it .
A million voices a million questions
Did I talk about it
Did I ask for help
Was I thinking straight ?
I had a smile on no one could tell
I had a warmth soul till I crumbled and fell .
I left marks on my hand I called them beautiful survivor ,
They were ugly on the outside but beautiful on the inside .
I could not hide them but I dear not tell,
Each mark had a story But weren't to be told .
But will they still be there even when am old.
Talk to someone
Your not alone
Just say something
A million voices said
But all the answers inside me were already dead.
