I might be the silent whisper in a blank letter, I might be the reason for a broken heart and a reason to hate, but let's just say no one is perfect, bullying people of the weak speak the matter, it's all the same, it's the he said, she said *******, flowing through our veins, the empty cry in our heart of the moment we have to say good bye, why can't we all get along? Because others like to prove they are better because right down in side they feel ashamed in the body they live in, Death? I'm not afraid I'll wait my silent cry for him to take me, friends back stab each other make lies but that's all in the human nature, who am I to speak? I don't mean to do no harm?
I'm just trying to live, live through the pain, you're a rose blossom so beautiful so strong, suicide is for the ones that don't feel as they can go on, the world is cruel depression in the blood of the weak may I speak? You can be strong just breath you belong.