Scream a silent scream
as the black tears they do flow,
a lost cry of despiration-
which no one will ever know.
Sitting up against the wall
with your head hung downward,
slow and heavy breathing-
life is not going foward.
Rational-
Irrational-
thoughts oh they flow,
run through the mind-
wander as the snowflakes we know.
A split mind indeed,
there is simply no use:
will it end tonight?
There should be no excuse.
Sream a silent scream
as the black tears they flow,
a lost cry of despiration-
prolong this one more day?
the answer is unknown.