Stories and tales torn across body's revised and retold till the pain fades away. Fight after fight written inside of me. Just to pull the hurt away, just to distract, lets put it down, my cry for help that no one can see. There's a war raging on inside of my head that is shown but hidden where no one could find. Trails of red ink flow from my pen as another story is recorded in my library of please-dont-lies. My attempts at the truth, silent but true, hidden deep within but still in plain view.
