Raining Silence

So pretty
So perfect
So happy
So worth it
But pull up those sleeves
Trace the pattern of her cuts
She is to pretty not to be broken somewhere
She is to happy not to hurt
She is such a faker when she says its nothing
Why don’t you say its something
Silence is her murder
You sit in silence
You only observe her
Now she is more silent than all the Silent Screams she released
Now her death bed is in your head
Her suicide was cause by your silence
Now she’s in you dreams
Yet you still remain Silent