Stand the Storm

A way to make it turu,
our nightmare
To be aware that they never knew,
about the marks that I bear
The ones on my wrist,
and the ones in my soul
They didn't come from a fist,
but they've made a hole
All the looks and all the whisperings,
made me just wanna walk away
I wish that I could fly away, that I had wings,
But I'll stand the storm, I'll stay
Even with this suffering, with this pain
I'll strain, to not go insane