Discomforting thoughts
still flow
as I lie still broken
on the floor...
... When silence screamed suicide
... When silence screamed suicide.
Melancholy
in me creeps
excruciating
left me so bleak...
... When silence screamed suicide
... When silence screamed suicide.
Am I too weak?
Or is the pain too real?
Wounds now reopen
never to heal.
still flow
as I lie still broken
on the floor...
... When silence screamed suicide
... When silence screamed suicide.
Melancholy
in me creeps
excruciating
left me so bleak...
... When silence screamed suicide
... When silence screamed suicide.
Am I too weak?
Or is the pain too real?
Wounds now reopen
never to heal.