You

There are times when I want to scream at you.
Do you see what you do?
How you hurt people for your own pleasure?
You wonder why..How everything gets messed up for you..
Are you so blind?

slience

I hear the birds,
I hear the trees,
I hear the waves,
I hear the rain,

however..
Your voice,
It is gone,
that voice,
the one that holds me too,
slience,
Now I hear nothing.