Sometimes I believe the wind can hear my sadness,
And whispers back my words.
I hope noone can hear me, hear me scream, scream in silence.
Sometimes I believe the rain can carry my tears away.
And wash them to the ground.
I hope noone can see me, see me cry, cry inside.
Everyday is a quiet disaster.
Everyday worst than the last.
I hope I can escape this,
Before its too, too late.