NOBOBY WANTS TO HEAR!

If only half of you knew,
Cause all the other half choose not to go where i do,
Choose to go where there's only few,

There's not many there,
Well there is,
But most of them still live in despair,

Still not able to share,
There horror,
And the shame that they have to wear,

But who will care?
Thats what they always think,
And with nobody to turn to,

They just turn to drink,
They turn to drugs,
To make the pain go away,

They think not living today,
They will make a better way,
A better day to come,

So its not fun,
To see somebody lose when they had to run,

Run upon there horrible life choice,
So without getting help
they just sit they with there silent voice.