silent scream

even when the day ends the night welcomes me 
home where i cant be yelled at for being me
the world calls me everyday
he is just trouble
he is dangeres
he is confused
she is fat
but you dont know the words cut deeper
then the knifes can
i may not die
but your words damage me
but no matter how load i scream
no one hears me
god is gone
the devil doesnt want me
so where do i belong
i am the paper
my blood is the ink
and my blade is my brush
every pill i take
to down the next day
to numb my heart another day
my fingers work with such persion
 to make the neckless that sets me free
from the prison that i was born into
and now all i want is to be free
as the darkness takes me
you stand there watching me flat line
my will is broken and all i want to do is scream but when i do nothing comes out and the slience echos the halls