You sit in sorrow in a dark little room,blocked in by all the chaotic screams,and sweet lullabyes that run through your head
you wake up everyday wishing you were dead
and going to bed everynite wishing you could stop crying tears of blood.
when you walk down the street headed toward the cemetery
and the only thing you look forward to doing all day is picking beautiful black roses with raindrops of silence on each and every pedal.
People see you walking right down the middle of the street after a winter snow storm.
Just staring at your beautiful long black hair with snowflakes falling on it, each and every second.
Your friends say you have the perfect life and your perfectly happy.
But on the inside your dieing to run,but living to walk thrrough a deadbeat woods with leaves scattered all around but when you walk through you don\'t hear the softest of a sound.
Your family says you remind them of a cloud because your so silent and peaceful but in reality your a gray cloud in the middle of a storm screaming and yelling dying for someone to hear you
but no one comes
then one day your parents notice your missing and they find a note that reads:
\"I\'m sorry but I couldn\'t take it anymore, no one ever saw the pain I was in until now as your reading this note.I\'m sorry for not giving you any signs but i\'m not sorry for what I did \"
But truthfully she did give one sign she stopped crying tears of blood, she started crying tears of black.Her family noticed so they took her to the doctors but the doctors couldn\'t diagnose anything. So her parents finally relized it wasin\'t a diesease it was a mental problem. No one said one word for 3 months until the nite there youngest daughter walked out and told them their only son was gone and the only trace she found of him was a puddle of black tears...
