They say that they don't believe, That they don't understand. But are they the ones with a blade in hand? They don't take it seriously, thinking it's a lie. But do they really know how hard it is to get by? It's like they really care That I've had my fair share. I put on the daily facade, Smile and nod. If they were to realize, to know, Then maybe progress would show. Sometimes it feels like a dream, A loose seam. They way my life is led, It's like a loose thread. Although I've dealt with this pain, There's still been nothing to gain.