It just seems, that all i do
Is stay in my room,
hiding the truth.
I can't take it anymore,
all these lying thoughts,
and virgin ears, refusing to listen
to death's call.
I have no one to listen,
to pay attention,
to the tears escaping down my face.
My screams and shouts
remain no doubt,
silent from the world itself.
I wish for one thing,
and then i'll go,
leave this precious world called Earth.
Please, just one person,
listen to my call,
the call known as only death's call.
