Laying here gasping for air, as the sweat pours down my body, and chills roll down my spine.Waiting here screaming without a sound to be heard, but no response.Dieing and no one to care as I bleed inside, Without a tear to be shed. As my black heart crumbles and starts to die down. I hear a voice, could it be the voice i long to hear, or is it my conscience? The pain i cannot bare any longer as i wait lien here bleeding, dieing, longing to be heard. Inside I bleed without a tear to be shed.
