They suffer in silence
They won't tell anyone
But they're so tired
Yes, they're almost done
They're filled with shame
Thinking they're to blame
For all the punishment and pain
That fill their lives each day
They've bled and cried
To free the pain inside
So tired of all the lies
And each failed try
They're dying to be thin
Drowning inside their skin
And eating becomes a sin
Even though they're starving
They've been told so much
That they're not good enough
With their self-esteem crushed
They start to believe the bluff
Scared of speaking up
Scared of what others will say
If only someone could've
Cared, before it was too late
If we don't speak up
Then neither will they
They suffer in silence
They hide the pain
They think they can't be helped
That there's no other way
Who will them?
Who will make it okay?
[In stanzas 2-5, I write about problems that people experience. Each of these stanzas is about a different problem. Can you identify them?]