Could this possibly be true?..
Could I be dead...
I feel like I'm trapped
Within this box that I have made for myself...
Sudden Is How The Feeling Of Regret Arises Cause...
So I Shroud Myself In Silence To Hide From Them...
She Just Wants To See Me Cry
My Mother I Just Wont Let Her...
Your sitting in jail while I'm sitting here...
But you don't care because I'm just part of your...
I used to be the one you would see,
Laughing having fun and never worried...
Nobody knows exactly,
what my sorrow is about...
Ya,
it does hurt...
Crying,
it's almost midnight...
The darkness gathers.
Casting blackness upon me...
Death is what brings tears to a suffering child's...
Or...
Trapped inside this disturbing silence;
I silently sit and let affliction advance...