Unable to hear the music
All I hear are the voices
Beating me with awful words
This was my final ride home
I knew and hated
Look at me no longer
You're all worthless
But so am I
Screaming would do no good
I wanted to
Tears were being held back
Pulling my hair
Ignore them
My sister confused
I keep my eyes down
My final ride has ended
Home was not far away
Once reached I lay on the floor
Constant screaming
Why do people torture me so?
Nobody could help me now
I broke and hurt myself more
But never again will it happen
No more final rides...
No more pain...
I'm wrong, aren't I?
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This s**t is not cool.
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