Silence is another word for my pain.
Sometimes I wonder why I even play this game.
A game we call life, a battle that can end.
With the snap of a finger, the slice of a knife.
You body becomes as cold as ice.
Then all of your friends are asking "Why?"
Why did a soul so broken lose.
Lose the battle and tie a nuse?
-A poem by Ghostified^_^
Author Notes: Um, well suicide can be and option please don't take it