Sparkatale

I feel pain.
A pain they cannot see. 
They cannot hear my screams.
They have blocked my voice.
No one cares to hear my hurt.
I am nothing to the ones who should understand.
They cannot see, I hurt the same as them.
Can they not see, I try to change my image. 
I try to change to what they want to see. 
My everlasting pain never leaves.
They do not see, that what they want I cannot be.
My pain they cannot see. 
Because they do not care.
My screams are never heard.
My voice is blocked.
They cannot see my pain, but I can feel.
The cuts they cannot see get deeper. 
I am bleeding faster.
My vision is getting darker.
I am about to meet my maker.
But they don't care.
Cause my pain they could not see. 
Now they stand over my grave.
A care they wish they gave.
Now they feel my pain.
A part of them torn away.
The girl behind the mask they never saw.
Now it's too late to help her.
She cannot hear their cries beyond the grave.
A care they wish they gave.
For a pain they should have seen.