MY hearts broken with words misspoken,
I thrive to hold my rage and feel to mend the stage im in,
I holed back the tears that poeple thank of as fear.
I cry blood at night hopping to never fright the people i love,
And the ones up above, i look to god for a helping hand but never get what i ask for.
I feel as if im walking to deaths back door little by little day by day never more to speak again nomore words left to say.