Surffering in silence

Suffering in slince is what i am a custom to........
Dark rooms
quite, alone like i am the only one that is hearing my screams.
Everyone is wraped up in there daily lives that the only thing they hear are there complaints.

Crying myself to sleep, scared that i might not wake up the next moring
Suffering in slince is what i am a costom to.......
Thinking bad thoughs
weaping, hopelessness feeling like one one cares

Trusting on one is something that i have come to accept
Feeling depresssed something i know how to hide with big smiles, and loud laughters
Singing sad songs, and writeing sad thoughs.........
suffering in slince is what i am a custom to..........

Drifting away slowly, sometimes not feeling like talking
Hunting memories boggle my mind..........
Overwhelmed, fustrated with life feeling like the pain with never fade.

When will it end!
When will it end!
WHEN WILL IT END!!