There's a wall around your heart being torn down by all the names being thrown out, all the pieces layed there hopeless and cold. Colder than the thought of being alone, why me? It's just an act of happiness being vibes throughout, but in reality just an act of sadness freezing in an artic where you tense up and you fall through a waterfall and drowned in your own tears, you live a life where no one around chooses to hear, you make a sound, screaming in silence, through your eyes, they water, they twinkle, they lie, they search for a glimpse of light but there is no hope. There never will be why keep trying?  The voices call out. Why are you here? You don't belong they say louder.  Throw yourself down like everyone else does to you because your just another person in this over populated world and one person doesn't make a difference, people say they care and love you but there's nothing they feel for you when your around or the thought of you is never actually thought of. People could care less if your six feet under the ground, your just anther nothing. They all say "nothing"