It/Who

Yes this piece has a target. They know who they are.

And so here i sit
   Alone...Awake...
As moment by moment
I can hear my heart break

Silently i begin to shake

And beneath my thin shift
 My soul quivers and is laced
Behind drooping eyes
  Refusing to be replaced

For lo, and behold, the decision i face

To speak, or to say silent,
 in observance of the eternally mute
Who cover themselves with facades and lies
 who just want to bite the barrel and shoot

And you know the exact moment one of them dies

When that cold wind blows in
And chills you to the bone
Freezing your veins
Making you feel so alone

Can you imagine they're pains?

For what can they say?
And truly... What can they do?
Their problems do not leave
For these problems are not "its" but rather "who's"