You scream, you cry, you wish you could die?
But no one can hear you, and no one will listen.
The pain grows too large to handle alone, but no one will help you.
The words just won't come.
Surviving is the only thought left.
To shut yourself down again the same as before, Without the peace the darkness gives.
You know you'll run out of reasons to live, And they don't understand the hurt you've gone though at all.
They might ask but the questions come much too late?
The voice is no longer there for the people around you to ever even hear again.
Because it's gone an won't come back.
The strength of your voice.