I scream in a world that seems to be deaf.
I walk on streets that are crippling.

I reach out for help only to be slapped in the face
If life's so amazing why is it greatly degrading
Why do I wake up thinking who could have created such a place.
Even in the comfort of my own mind, my thoughts aren't safe.

The mind only twists and turns them into something so far from true
My thoughts aren't given the full credit they are due.

Who thought is was funny to make my life a joke.
Obviously they had no clue of what I could do

They didn't realize the pain that they had let remain

This pain turned into more thoughts and those thoughts into action
It's not about the action that was done when or how
It's about the pain the still lives in me now

The pain that poisons my heart sending it into a violent spin
Silently hoping one day all the cracks will heal and amend

But until then I walk in streets
Where every footstep is a heart's pound.
And scream in a world that hears no sound.