Here I sit in the silence
the scenes are loud and obscene
am I just a victim?
The voices are loud and heartless.
A single decision labels me a lost cause,
the brilliance now shattered to peices.

The silence is the loudest of all,
I am my worst enemy.
I turn the pain into self-mutilation
not of the body but of the mind.
Society judges me, my family hates me.
I am trusted no more than I believe in myself.

I am worst than a lost cause;
I am stuck in a world full of lost causes.
A world exists in my own mind
if this makes any sense to you
then welcome home.
People ask who am I? I wish I knew.
I know am , I'm me.
I dream to be free, but it's just a dream.
The tears flow like a river stream
as I sit in the silence.