Silence...dead as a door nail
That’s what I will be
Will they miss my laugh
My cry, my scream and most of all my song
Constantly being told I am the problem
Constantly being blamed for it all
Nothing eases my suffering
All I do is sit here now I sit here without voice
I am not allowed to say how I feel
Everything is based on my tone, my volume my way of speech
It is not just advice anymore
Way over this ****
I am thinking real badly of myself
The worse I fall in the worse it gets
Nothing eases my pain
Not even the right stuff
I just want to, need to disappear
Maybe I will be missed
Most likely they will cheer for me to never return
Not even from the ocean.