Everybody wants to talk to me
Everybody wants to know about the secrets that i bottle
The thoughts I keep to myself
Still nobody is ready to know the truth
And im not ready to tell them
Bound by fear and silence i embrace the solitude
Finding sanctuary in the fact that nobody can hurt me if i'm alone
But i can still hurt myself
Because i don't bottle secrets i bottle pain
Feelings I could never put into words are coming back to bite me
Filling my head with thoughts of suicide and death
Scared of the monster I feel growing inside me
I cower in the thick shadows depression has cast over me
As i get eaten alive by anxiety
So for those of you who really want to know me
Let me just ask you this
Do you really want to take on this burden?
Do you really want to see through my facade?
See that i'm broken?
Are you willing to sift through the chaos and clutter of my mind
because be fair warned there is no gold there.
Dear person you would be so much better off without my grief weighing you down
So for those who want to know me
Stop trying to get into my head because there is nothing but pain there.
Stop trying to hack into my heart because there is no key to it.
Stop trying to get me to talk to you because i'm not going to.
I feel safer by myself.