Silent tears fall.
They hit the ground and break.
My screams escape,
for silent tears fall.
Crimson blood pours,
down from my wrists.
No one ever noticed,
for crimson blood pours.
Fake smiles are made,
to hide this frown,
From all your put-downs,
for fake smiles are made.
This child,alone tonight.
Daddies gone,and mommies late.
They don't care,it is my fate,
for this child,alone tonight.
Hunger is always there.
I will waste myself away.
It's my disorder until my dying day.
For hunger is always there.
The music gets louder,
to drown out the voices,
Who make my choices,
for the music gets louder.
Mistakes are made.
It's myself I blame.
Now I cry tears of shame,
for mistakes are made.
Silent cries again.
They're my "help cries".
You can't hear above my lies,
for silent cries again.
Silence is made,
6 feet under,where I lay.
Because of my mistakes,
silence is made.
I see a white door,
and I want it to be black.
The door is open,
and I need it to be shut.
Take out the life,
so the death can overcome.
This is my depression.
