For each moment we question beingThey question it ten foldWondering if theyâll ever be able to reclaimWhat it was they once hadOr if thereâs a chance that they could ever be Themselves again.Their worlds will never be the same.Feeling worthless and living in pain.I can feel you slipping away into a state of unending dismayAnd still you let it take you away from it all.I have been a witness to your unease.A fear of confrontationBut your battered silence speaks louder than words can.Let forth another silent scream and fade away.Donât get lost in it.It makes me sick to think it.The degradation of self inside.Your life is the loss youâllâ¦the loss youâll suffer in time.A wasted voice is a terrible waste of lifeAnd as you sit in your darkened corner sheltering yourselfFrom the only ones who can help youI canât help but question.Whoâs going to mourn for youWhen no one notices your gone?Speak to me.Itâs your last chance to be free.Lay still and take it.This life forsakern is taken from us all.Your devotion to fidelity will only force you to crawl.You donât have to bleed for it.Bleed to be alive.