Standing in this fissure
This cold and blackened hole
That is my heart
Silently screaming
I wait for pleasure, wait for pain
I wait for any infinitesimal indication of happiness
With crimson regret flowing steadily down the drain
I am immersed in thought;
Would anyone notice if I were to breathe my last breath today?
Would they care why, or how, or
when?
Silently screaming
I try to cut through the pain, which only brings on more
My hands, my arms, my heart and soul-
all of me is sore
I'm reminded of my sorrow-induced life
There are naught but tragic memories
And shards of a broken dream
Silently screaming
I was always the "freak"
The nonconformist
The oddity
The rebel
The punk
Silently screaming
Here I stand with knife in grasp
My very life at stake
I look at my torn reflection in the cracked mirror and think;
Maybe I shouldn't
Maybe it's not my choice to depart this life
Maybe I should hold it out
I've endured this much
Is it worth giving up now?
Silently screaming
I've lost all hope
Lost all strength of character
This is what my life comes down to
A sole verdict I have to compose
Should I live
Through the pain, the suffering, and the misery
Or should I take the undemanding route and just let everything go?
I don't know what to do
So here I remain
Silently screaming
