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Am I so weak?
Am I so strong?
Am I really nothing?
Must I lie?
There is so much weakness in me.
So much hate and anger.
So much pain,
Yet so little.
Where does it end?
Where do I?
Am I here?
Or am I gone?
Someone save my soul.
But has it already left me?
Did it leave so long ago?
Did it leave just yesterday?
My heart's in two,
It no longer beats.
But it is whole.
Do you understand?
Do I?
The blood trickles down.
What blood?
There is none.
Am I too scared?
WHAT DO I FEEL?
Is this real?
Or just a dream?
Make it real.
Do I live in dreams?
Can self-denial go so far?
Could I feel this way?
Have I lost my mind?
I'm not, I'm not.
I don't feel that way.
Not about that.
Who am I?
Do you know?
Of course not.
Does he?
Who's he?
Can I tell them?
Mommy, I'm sick.
How can you not see?
Mommy, I'm so sick.
Mommy, I have bad thoughts.
Make them go away!
Someone save me.
Is it too late?
Can I not seek redemption?
Can I get better?
What's wrong?
Everything.
Nothing.
It's all so simple,
But too complex.
Can I survive here?
Survive what?
I'm so normal,
But such a freak.
My soul is bleeding.
Do I have a conscience?
Am I where you are?
Am I already gone?
I feel I'm dead.
But is it true?
Can you bring me back?
Can anyone?
Is it too late?
Someone tell me...
Is it too late?
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the silent cry
