I had my life together, like a bird with its feathers.
Then I heard something very interesting…
I pursued it, not caring where it led.
It stopped my healing and I held my head.
Hearing it made me wish I was dead
The whispers of a hater opened the door.
I'm a disappointment, that's for sure.
But somehow I felt like I belonged a little more...
I knew what they were feeling and saw the cards they were dealing.
Instead of walking away, I decided to play.
Their smart remarks felt like sharp knife driven into my heart.
Tears made things worse.
I vowed that day never to let my eyes leak.
I didn’t want to seem weak.
I slammed the door shut, but I still hear the voices.
Please stop the noises, I can’t handle them anymore.