The screaming of silent voices
That do not reach my lips
While the tears that I try so hard to hide
Well up, and pour out
Not unlike a small stream of water
What a pittance
Is this all I am worth?
My heart screams at me to go easy
But my conscious mind tells me to ignore
I'm stuck, bound by chains
To the ethic I have built myself upon
This altar
To a broken human
That knows nothing but to self-destruction
Work, work, work
Break, break, break
Kill yourself
Suicide by society's work standards
The death of another poor lost soul
Who never found his way
Only learned how to dissociate from the suffering
How to cope with the pain
And continue to take on more than he could handle
All the while
His heart constantly screaming for mercy
But he never listened
Maybe he never tried