Scratch till fingertips ripple out the very
substance thay're made of.
Scram till the pull of the cords within your
throat rip to shreads.
Claw harder! Scream. Scream louder!
No one hears,No one cares except for their
own selves,
You may claw till the bone chips and
glistens with blood,fragments of flesh'.
Screeches sound though only within.
Your own screams,your own crys.
Yet stil you belive someone will hear!
Why belive anyone will care?
You've clawed so deep.Screamed so loud.
Why belive?
People hear their own cries.
Peole sympthize their own sorrows.
Your cries are mere crys in the wind.
Cries passing through the ears of those you
love who say thay love you.
