No One Hears Me - 9/6/02

Nothing left but shitty memories,
And joking about serious pleas.
All of my guilt, all of my cries,
Are covered in denial and lies.
Death is really all a big hoax,
After I realizes life is a joke.
I slaughtered the counting sheep,
In this, the suicidal sleep.
It was easier than killing the world,
But my shot was never heard.
Lying in a puddle of my mess,
it's too late to second guess.
Everyone who cared is gone,
Surely they have moved on.
Somewhere downin the ground,
You'll never hear another sound.
What was the last cry for help,
Was once again never felt.