Have you ever felt lonely or confused, Like as if there isn't a whole lot to do? About the problems you dealt wit, Problems you are afraid to tell anyone else; afraid to recieve more than what you get? Well I feel like this everyday of my life, Like my heart been sliced through wit a knife. Everytime I have visions in my head of these problems I pray for them to go away, Try to close my eyes to make them fade. I can't even trust my family with these problems, Afraid that they may tear out my limbs. 'Cause I was taught never to do these things or ignore them all, When I try to discuss my them they are recalled. Once again I have visions in my head of these problems I pray for them to go away, Try to close my eyes to make them fade. Hopefully, one day I can find someone that I can actually trust to tell my problems, But for right now, I'm hanging on to stems.