Secret whispers
silent screams
empty hopes
broken dreams
pumping veins
oozing blood
slippery floor
wet with red
worlds collide
voices stand true
one honest voice
is loudest of the crowd
people listen
people cry
people live
people die
people whisper
secret things
they have
silent screams
their hopes gone
their dreams broken
slitting their wrist
oozing blood
thats how it is
the sad part is
its all a cycle
an will start again
