Why do I not stand up and fight? br Why do I always go back to that night? br I act like I'm so strong and I can take it all. br But how much farther until I start to fall? br My life really isn't that bad. br So what if I don't have a dad? br It's never mattered before. br I want to know what opened that door. br What made me feel this way? br All I want to do is run away. br br The cuts on my lefs let me know that I feel. br I thought time would help me heal, br But I guess I was wrong. br Why do I allways have to be so strong? br I want someone to know my pain. br I don't want to do this again. br I want someone to care. br But all they seem to do is stare.