Many nights I could have died,
many night my tears were never dried
my pain rip me to pieces, taking me apart piece by piece.
Many nights I scream, noone hears because its the silent scream that cuts your inner being to pieces, leaving nothing but a walking empty shell.
Many nights I hold onto the walls, wishing I was Samson, I would break it apart, hoping to rest the aching pain in my bones. The wall...