"We hear your voice,we hear you"
"Your problems matter ,they really do"
All words of deceit are been whispered into my ears
And like a blind fox led into a lions territory
I follow them blindly validating the wrong as right, how naive?

"It's the right thing, it's what's best for you"
"You'll thank me later, see I'm right"
Those sugary words of tasteless sin, oh how pleasing to the ear
Enchanting me and seizing my ability to reason straight

I'm done with this,
I don't think you hear me,
Even when I'm screaming my lungs out ,
I really don't,
The soul wrenching screams,
The chaos and destruction in my voice,
Sadly,My own voice remains unheard to myself
You claim to hear me,
However I remain doubtful,
Explain how you hear me when the screams inside my head have drowned out my voice

Do my problems really matter?
Or are you victimizing me and seeing yourself as some hero,
Do you see me as a broken soul who has nothing to lose,
A chess piece lost due to circumstances and left to be discarded?
A sick merchant abandoned on a voyage?
You'd be right after all ,
One thing remains certain,
In this story you are not the hero,
nor the villain,but the wicked bystanders

Explain to me how you feed me lies and expect me to blindly follow,
You ruined me, I believe that,

My mind used to ask for help
Like an helpless bunny locked in a cage,
Silently scraping the walls, begging to be let out
Crying out for help in the day returning to rest by night

I tried to help, I really did,
I believed I was helping
When the cries slowly became screams,
I believed the voices were getting better,
Day by day the voices melded together,
Continuously getting louder as days pass, Something had snapped, and funnily I knew it
And decided not to care,
The throat of the caged rabbit had been silt,
The voices went silent ,
I sought freedom but in return I got destruction

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