Silenced whispers still fill the breeze of lies

Silenced whispers still fill the breeze of lies,
Under whispers all hell breaks loose and the people who find out are left despised,
Underneath all that thick matter of guilt and lost trust,
They all know that they break hearts but the urge to fit in is just to strong -it's a must,
So they continue their tortures faulty ways,
And the innocence of the victims slowly but quickly disintegrate,
And as soon as someone tries to run away,
Their head is brutally separated from their necks and planted onto many pictures and from there on are left out of society,
Hearts are spray painted red again and again,
But the black blood of filth still drips out and stains the skin,
Will they ever learn?
No,
That is their lives.