The Silence that echoes.

We make cuts to make scars because scars never heal,
Putting everything into perspective making everything ever so I real,
I look down, a dress of red silk,
I thrown, this just puts my paint into a noun,
or is a metaphor you can make up your own mind,
I know what it's like I couldn't make up mine,
Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes, No, Yes,
Look where that got me I'm wearing a F****** dress,
And in time it all sets in,
A message only I get right here in my skin,
And soon pain becomes a friend especially when you've ran out of ink in your pen.

My screams they line these four walls,
Up in all their glory in red ink they are scrawled,
My state of mind is my only downfall,
'Cause we sit in silence keeping everything inside,
With the only form of expression being through the sadness of our eyes,
And with great depression comes no tears,
Because we're satisfied with the silence that echoes in our ears.

This is really good hope you write more cause you are good
xx smileygal