If it where up to me
no one would care...
So real
Are the voices in my head...
Demons are in my head they're in my dreams...
No one can hear my loud but silent screams...
I sit here and begin to wonder, is my life really...
Then silence...
Blackness, an overwhelming sensation of emptiness...
You see me sitting in class at my desk, looking...
They say in the dictionary hate is an emotion a...
even though I'm small and have a lot more to hate...
I don't feel loved
my heart is broken in two...
The ultimate pain of solitude and silence
broken by the sounds of whimpering...
It all ended slowly
just the way she liked it...
Now you have done it
You have no place to go...
Beneath the above
Deeper than the open...
Burning
Dreaming...