Waking up in the morning hours hoping life was done wiping crust off of my eyes preparing for the sun. Perfume lingers in the air walking down the hall people and laugh no one cares at all. Sitting in the noisy class talk I do not dare being silent and very still no one knows I'm there. Sweat is dripping down my neck soldiers on the field trying not to think wanting to be healed. Crying quiet in my bed letting tears flow out If everyone knew, anyone knew what I was thinking about. boredom + depression = inspiration. That is the equation. Once again....BY: DAMNED