You know there's something wrong when my voice get's shaky and my throat is dry. My eyes are watery, and you can hear the tears I cry. My sobs get loud, and my voice gets low. When I'm sitting in a puddle, and I don't know where to go. That's the sound of my cries, my tears pouring down like rain in the night. The smash on the floor and crash like waves, leaving me here, dying, with all this pain.