Sweet poet

Peoples voices are the worst weapon

This one doesn't really make any sense...but whatever..?
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I can hear the voices
The dreams
The songs
The sound of people talking
But "they" do not talk to me
"They" talk about me
Never seeing my eyes
Never hearing my voice that is carried out across the world for no one to hear
Never think of what they are doing is wrong
That is a scary thought
To think that what they are doing is "right".
I wake up to hear these voices telling me that I'm hopeless
Careless
A fucking monster
A freak
A horrible person who always cries
My crying never stops
It never goes away
Never wavers
My screaming is silent
No one asks me
Then no one knows.

No one knows that I lay in bed at night thinking of the darkest sky that I could look at forever.
I'm drowning in my cries
I can't breath
I want to scream