

Dead insideI want to scream But my lungs, my voice refuses to obey me My screams are hidden It has become as impossible for me to scream As to cryDead inside
When I cry It's for trivial things But the really grotesque
leaves me standing there In silence The darkest silence
It feels like I'm rotting Like I'm dead inside And the disease is spreading
It's like cancer.
Teenagers ain't really depressed It's just hormones.
Everything is okay, even though they are not able to see it Teenagers don't know what REAL problems are T