Silent Voice

[Spook]

Don't tell me what I don't want to hear,
It only makes me hurt.
I'd rather recieve the lash of your hand,
And hide the edvidence beneath my shirt.

A picture has a thousand letters,
The story does no harm.
But the difference is my words are visible,
With h-a-t-e scratched on my arm.

I've always been to cower afraid,
If anything comes my way;
But in this I
Snap----

And I fight you back.
I'm tired of living in vain.

Screaming leaves me crying,
And yelling makes me weak;
The only way I'm kept alive,
Every single week;

Is the breath that is breathed,
Into my lung.
While my sword is left unsheathed;
And the depressing song that I have sung,
Is trampled by their feet.

I am walking through a cloudy sleep,
I can no longer speak.
But the only way I'm kept alive,
Is the release I seek.