You might wonder why I silent scream it's because I am dying (only on the inside) but that doesn't make it alright, does it?
No one cares about what we think, so we turn to love, a poison we all drink.
That makes us evil but it's our only friend.
When we get a dream it will become a nightmare it's not fair but who cares?
That's right. No one.
It's too tough to fight and to strong to escape. Before reinforcement arrives it's too late. We've died. We get called cowards and weak because the battle Lead to defeat. But no one listens to how much a soldier screams.
