It doesn\'t matter how loud I scream.
I don\'t want you to hear the echos.
Every hand reached out to me,
Gets cut off.
I wish I could live.
I\'m too busy wishing to die.
This design bars me. Bars us.
This sabotage is my life.
Glimpse at my feeble, fetal self.
Throw me your eyes as I station them around me.