Silent Suffering

An abyss of torture inside of me;
black is the color of my heart,
and yet no one around seems to see
my life slowly being torn apart.

My heart emits just one last beat
before I die and fade away.
I cannot feel love's warming heat,
my cold soul has nothing left to say...

Death is the only one I want to embrace
for I feel the pain of loneliness and sin.
Why can't God just help me erase
these fucking memories within?

I know I'm weak but I've tried to yell,
yet no one seemed to even care.
Whenever I needed out of this hell
no one was ever there.

So what is there left to do
except to take my own life away?
You never came when I needed you
so I was left fallen astray.

I guess no one thought I was in pain
and that I just cried over nothing.
Never-the-less the truth remains
that inside I'm still silently suffering.