lonely-author-chan

You say, help I'm crying. I scream out, help I'm dying. You tell your family your doing fine but you're school life is falling apart. I rip at my skin and lie to myself that the voices aren't there and that I'm not breaking into more splinters. You talk to people on the internet that you're feeling down. I talk to the screaming whispers of the dammed in my head. You say that the world can be quiet. I'm sobbing because of the deafening silence and loud static.