Please Read My Scars

Im trying so hard to share with you.
Trying to show you the stuff that i have been through.
Pulling up my sleeves and looking away.
But the harder i try the less you hear
all the stuff that i have to say.

The scars are the stories of my past
and the scars are what will always last
the time we share maybe all it can be
but the stuff i have across my arms
is preventing me from ever being happy.

Im trying to show you
Im trying so damn hard
But nothing i ever do
will fix my already broken heart.

The time is amazing
and the love is so real
But the pain is still in me
and it prevent me from being able to feel

Why am i stuck living in the past
and Why am i trying so hard to get out
Of the misery that im already stuck in.
I need some help i need it now.
i cant get out of my mental prison

I wish you could help i really do.
But it has come so hard to talk to you
the scars and the pain are all i know
and you dont care and if you cared
you really do not know how to show me.

Please show me .
Please help me.
I am begging you.
Give me something.

Anything for me to grasp for.
a chance a dream or something to hope for
a chance at love a chance at freedom
Just a chance at something that is more

more then what i have
but less then what i need
just something to give me reason
and thats all i need all i want.

Please im begging i need you to understand
that the scars are what you need to read
if you have any chance of helping me.
i cant do this alone i wont do this alone
please help me because i have already done all i can.