Hello, is somebody there?
Can anyone hear me?
The weight is too heavy to bear.
I just want someone to see.

I've been drowned, not by water.
I can't seem to hear anything.
Not by a quicksand or any other,
But by the voices of suffering.

"No, I'm not like that," one voice protested,
Full of hatred and an inexplicable utter of sadness.
Screaming for the others to stop – it was devastated
Then silence came, but it wasn’t the end of madness.

It was only the beginning, but of what?
Once there was light, it found hope,
But then darkness came, from where I sat,
I could see and do nothing but mope.

The whispers, screams, the loudest came from me
And it wants me to die even if I plea.