How should i start this..
"b" is for old Benedict who wasn't all...

This is my sad tale of survival,
and its so sad that it's sweet...

Congratulations
you have won...

I'm sitting here
in this silent room...

all alone i stand
with nothing but my tears...

My fingers so dry and cracked
shoved down my throat...

I watched you standing on that cliff
of pain anger and lies...

Do i really want to do this?
i look over the cliff's edge...

This is my prophecy
this poem I write...

Hello, my name is Silence
I live on barren dirt...

Things that will never be said
shown on her face...

*Please read ALL of this...i know it's sorta long*
Every night I lay in bed...