You want to bleed just so they know you’re alive
shroud yourself among the broken things
show your face when the sun has turned tail
just so you don’t see your own face
so they know you don’t exist anymore
you’re voice has fled for lack of use
when they come, you seek the shadows

If no one cares, you’re not obligated to care
take the high road of no love
no need- God cares
When everything’s meant to be broken
He will turn back the strands of time and heal all your wounds.