stick the needle in my vein
i become drowsy with the pain
im weak...to weak to keep fighting
my body relaxes i stop resisting
yet im still in a restraint

i realize im still screaming
you all despise the noise i make
with all the hatred in my lungs
but like all my other attempts
to make you hear me
it to fails

all i can feel is the static
in the back of my throat
as my voice dies

i wake up in the quite room
with the finger print bruises on my arms....


you'll never understand