When you look up to the sky and the stars they don´t shine the sky it cries and the world it lies the people they take until theirs nothing left to give away people tare their pieces down while others just frown until their soul cant take the pain the broken have nothing left to gain the world is tough and the road is rough can you hear the endless words? can you hear the endless screams? do I even mean a thing? was I just another shame? was I another piece in your game? am I just a walking corpse hallow as can be? or am I alive ? although I feel dead inside under my pride under my joy was I just another toy? in this game for two I´m broken over you
don´t know why but I wrote this with my little sister, we´ve been through hell and back as I try to teach her how to let go of the pain inside. I write and now she dose too.