The Silent Ones

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I cant feel my head anymore
I hear the knocking but I see no door

I guess there is no way out of here

A twisted mind filled with fear
Where madness is the only thing that makes sense
It all fits in even though the space is dense

There is screaming and crying

But why is it the silent ones dying
Tell me how this all fits in
Tell me how do you fix someone made of sin

The silent ones cant speak
If they open up they will say its weak

The silent ones get no compassion

They only get caught up in depression

All around my head there is a pounding voice

Not the silent ones they cant make a clear choice

With no voice to be heard

But they try anyway looking for the right words

I'm sorry?No that's not it

Come back?Well no shit

Can't seem to find the help they seek

Because they think it makes them weak
 I cant feel my head anymore

I hear the knocking but I see no door

I guess there is no way out of here
A twisted mind filled with fear
Where madness is the only thing that makes sense

It all fits in even though the space is dense
There is screaming and crying
But why is it the silent ones dying
Take back whatever you made
The silent ones will no longer be in the shade



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