Now I scream at the
top of my lungs.
My fingers are bleeding my soul
giving away my existence and revealing sadness.
Now I laugh at the pit of my mind.
My eyes are drying forever
making it common the cries that will never be.
Now I cry at the base of the rain.
My lips have carried my words
but the void has swallowed them into your eyes.
Now I cover the noise of a thousand voices.
My ears can no longer stand the silence.
And I painfully hand you all of my existence.
Now I,,,
Never mind, if I make the world happy, who cares about me.