I dont think i can scream any louder cry any harder my lungs grow tired my heart more broken and now the oxygen is leaving me everytime i try to gasp for air nothuing but silenceis shown my respect for you isfading as fast as i once was nothing left but a shattered shell what do i do now? Im put on the back bunner and forgotten about once a little girl now a women still broken but strong with a voice but still never heard what do i do now still left in the dark with the monsters that blast words that i wear as battle armor ready for war what do i do now left in the silence of hell and all his demonds and my own evil demise and now is my own damnation threw my broken eyes shattering glass cuts deep the blood spills out like a rushing river into the painting of her past life now gone to her blacking future where the gypsies lurk for the empty souls