they dont care

As though my heart has taken its toll

Joy is replaced by the sorrow within me

Day turns to dusk

I swell with the dreadful past and present I have so often set fourth on

I want out of this haunting place

screaming pain with vigorous depression

I await one to come, to care

but i soon realize no one will come

not because they cant hear

but because they just don't care


scrapping my fingers along the wall

hearing the desperate cries i have once shrieked

I am trapped

somewhere, but who knows where

along the ridged paths i feel more lonesome

the need to love

the need to care

wont anyone help me?


rain pours, and even though my skin is still there

it swells into my heart

once more i weep with frustration and fear

fear for love

and the fear of dying for love


i walk down the street, down past many houses

i peer through a darkened window

i see family and love

things i had only wished for

fighting the urge to darken my days

i run as fast as i can....

happiness, love, laughter...

i thought i once has something like it

miserable nights turn into the worst of days

why cant i break free from the dread?