Feel I have no value, my flesh itself feels cheap
Smile on the outside but, deep inside I weep
Self worth is torn up, and shattered, my scars hide deep inside
Face held high as I move forward, inside I cower and hide
My demons blows reign down upon me always but, its true face never seems to show
Screaming loudly from inside but, outside nobody knows
Bruises fade away with time but, the damage always stays
It's that damage I carry with me as I lumber through my days
If your pain is not visible, is it still real?
If it's from your past, is it something that you can still feel?
Is rising from the ashes even possible? Can I still stand up?
If I can't find my inner value is it even something I can still buildup?
God, and others love me but, why can't I?
For me to survive, and be happy, I will just have to rise up and try
If your pain is not visible, is it still real?
If it's from your past, is it something that you can still feel?
Is rising from the ashes even possible? Can I still stand up?
If I can't find my inner value is it even something I can still buildup?
God, and others love me but, why can't I?
For me to survive, and be happy, I will just have to rise up and try
