I watch as you cry for help without a sound...tears of ink flood down the face of each page you touch...unsure of exactly how to ask for help so you look to an easy escape...one that will make you feel better about the person you are...but on the outside youre portrayed as a person you arent...Im waiting for the day when you will look in the mirror and your reflection will tell all...then the mirror will break...atleast then you will see how my heart feels each time you run from yourself...release is the only true sanity...there are different ways to release...but those ways have consequences...