Silent
Suffering
By Ian Stevens
An
abyss of torture inside of me;
black
is the color of my heart,
and
yet no one around seems to see
my
life slowly being torn apart.
My
heart emits just one last beat
before
I die and fade away.
I
cannot feel love's warming heat,
my
cold soul has nothing left to say...
Death
is the only one I want to embrace
for
I feel the pain of loneliness and sin.
Why
can't God just help me erase
these
fucking memories within?
I
know I'm weak but I've tried to yell,
yet
no one seemed to even care.
Whenever
I needed out of this hell
no
one was ever there.
So
what is there left to do
except
to take my own life away?
You
never came when I needed you
so
I was left fallen astray.
I
guess no one thought I was in pain
and
that I just cried over nothing.
Never-the-less
the truth remains
that
inside I'm still silently suffering.