i hear it

the sound of tighting rope around my neck

put there by my peers who hope to bring me down

to take me to a dark place

where light and joy can no longer reach me

where i am left with the cuts, and bruises on my soul

alone i must fight my silent killer

the depression gets too much

the knife going across my arm can no longer

make me feel for i have become numb to the pain

i say im fine, ill be ok

i smile as my friends walk away

i know they didnt believe me when i said todays the day

im going to make the pain go away

i dont want my parents to blame themselves for not noticing 

how the darkness crept in

it not their fault

but now he is here the silent killer

and i cant fight him any longer

i let him puppeter my body as i let the words they told me motivate me

""FATTIE"

"FREAK"

"WHY DONT YOU JUST KILL YOUR SELF"

with out a second thought I pulled the rope and kicked the chair...

Now my mother is wailing 

my father is drinking

my friends blame themsleves for not seeing or believing

and I am lower into the ground a child who couldnt stick around

because words cut deeper than knives 

for they are the silent killer.