They scorn, they judge, they always do.
They\'ll never know what you\'ve been through.
The sorrow, sadness, lies and guilt.
The in-penetrable wall you\'ve built.
To break it down you know not how.
But help you need and release somehow.
As once was innocence, snatched away.
Dragged to this dark place to stay.
If you\'d just of listened to those that cared,
Perhaps your problems could be shared.
But here I dwell in eternal night,
Please somebody hear my plight.