So listen to my screams of pain
let my sorrow fill your soul...

Theres a time in our lives when we stop
we grow up and we realize...

I am told I am beautiful, happy and bold
but am i all these things i am told...

Salty tears fill my black hollow eyes
the cold breeze makes me shiver...

My heart is bruised battered and scarred and yeah...

Seventeen years
many tears...

My ears bleed
this silence is getting loud...

The stitching to my homemade heart
holding me together keeping me alive...

Like a slave,
not black but white...

I am in mud up to my throat
stuck and uncomfortable...

So down so low
i want my blood to not flow...

I wonder if society is good for us or bad. it has...