Do you hear me screaming, shouting, and crying?
Wishing so hard to have a voice,
but what's the point in trying?
Silent cries, no one hears...
wishing I could get out of here.
Feeling trapped, alone, and confined;
if I was gone, would anyone mind?
Would I be missed, would they care?
Being bullied, alone, and scared,
we ignore the problems we see every day;
Children dying, they feel its the only way.
Don't blend in, have a voice.
Don't let somebody die,
Because they thought it was their only choice.
Stand up for the beaten and broken,
And maybe one day, the silent will have spoken.
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