What we see on the outside is nothing like what's really going on inside...
We all have storys and secrets we never または don't want to tell...
Like the girl who crys herself to sleep every night and cuts herself...

Anna

I hear him calling out my name in the night whispers,
I was so 投稿されました to die he says to me
And I'm beginning to believe him.
I didn't do anything to help
I sat back and watched he slowly fad away
And now I'm sitting here crying over him wishing I was him and he was me...
Because these scars prove that my life is coming to an end

Or what about the girl who's beaten and won't tell anyone......