• The darkness is getting stronger,
    as I suffer in my own hell.
    I can't help but cry.
    The tears falling off my cheek,
    make silent screams that only I can hear.
    I curl into a ball,
    now sobbing loudly with out anyone noticing.
    No one cares anymore.
    I'm just a whore,
    I'm just a worthless piece on flesh.
    These things are true,
    and they make the darkness stronger.
    I can't seem to stop it.
    And I know it's not getting any better.
    It never will.
    I will be engulfed in darkness before you know it.
    I will never be able to get out either.
    I wish someone would notice,
    but all they do is sit around and watch.