Faint whispers drift on the wind
Carrying another voice to new places
Listen carefully, can you hear them?
They're silent secrets
Serenading, passing from one ear to another

Spill out your guts
Let everyone destroy you
Put your trust in the wrong hands purposely
Allow the wrong people in
Don't ever let them go

Then you can honestly say that you know what it's like
Then you can honestly say that you understand
Then you can honestly say that you know how we feel
Then you can honestly say that you get how we are internally screaming but our voices our absolutely mute, and that we are cursing ourselves for the rest of our lives because of one dumb rumour, whether it was first started by a person who barely knows you, a close friend, or even yourself. What it must be like to be ditched by all of your friends, and left to wander the school halls while everyone is laughing at you behind your back or in your face. Not one single soul doesn't know what you supposedly did, not one single person would not kick you while your down, not one single heart is beating just for you. It's only you and your broken thoughts, but even they drift away from you as you sink further into depression.
Then you can honestly say that you know what's wrong,
and that you know we are not okay.