The sorrow in my heart no one knows.
The loneliness of my soul is known only unto me.
The pain I feel is within my head, my heart.
The voices only heard by one.
Like a long playing record stuck on repeat.
Continually running, never skipping a beat.
My silence is a scary thing.
No one knows what to think of me.
Watch me not, look away.
You may find a spark of fear or fire.
I look for no one to get to know me.
So stop, turn, run away, leave me as a mystery.
The silent whispers playing unendingly.
Pulling me closer to the edge of my own madness, driving faster.
If I follow to the left, if I follow to the right, there is no end ever in my sight.
To yell, to scream will that kill the pain.
I know for sure it will not, just the echos will remain.
I have tried to silence the madness; I have tried to slice away my breath.
Seeking to end the pain, seeking to release the voices.
My life sustained, my breath never lost.
It was a lesson well taught.
A will of strength was born.
My powers of will are still unclear, my skill ever growing.
Truth barely touched.
Faith of the unknown becoming stronger.
An early ending no longer sought.