Thoughts Never Transmitted

Our Cries

This is my first time publishing anything that I wrote. It might be complete bullshit (I guess it is) but please please give me your opinion on it.
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We're already dead
But even the dead have a way of living
With eyes blurred over the lines and smiles-
Covering up the tears falling at night
Behind closed doors, under blankets.

Our hearts have been hardened
Hardened with pain
Emotions rolled up-- cast them away.

Singing my songs only to my walls before I go to sleep
Scribbling my heart out-- when I realized my scribbles held raw feelings.
Walking through hordes of people-- feeling alone and lost
Sounds no longer reaching us
Feeling like we're drowning.

I reach out to take the hand of someone else like me-- someone lost in darkness.
Fighting to live-- that's the only thought we have
Not yet giving up, just retaliating
'Cause we say,'even the dead have a way of living'.