i walk through the halls and all i hear are the silent screams of the people doubting me.
i hear the whispers of the people talking about me.
i hear the hate that i have for my self.
Little they know the hate gets out in the blood that poors.
my life is shit and parents dont care.
i cant wait to see what they do when they hear.
When they hear of all the depression i suffer from.
When hear that i have cuts that burry deep in my wrist.
Most of all when they hear the brutal crime that i have comited.
