Eating away at my soul, waiting to scream for help.
The heavy weight on my shoulders
Pushes me on a downward spiral to hell as I enter loneliness
But I keep a straight face
But it dawned on me
I can't feel anymore
I'm holding my breath waiting to be
To be a apart of something neat
But I end up crying deep inside
No one can hear me, but can see my face
I want to speak, but I don't know how.
I am told so many things
No one really wants to hear
But it is said
To the point I don't even know my next plan.
Time was all I needed and lots of it
I'm not given too much time
I always feel pressured and rushed.
But it doesn't matter, because I am usually hushed.
Hushed by several words said