I’m crying I’m hurting and there is no joy; I try to believe, but there is a void.
Stumbling over my tears, I cry for help, but no one will listen.
They put my anguish back on the shelf.
I plead, I tremble and yell, “Please come get me,”
but to no avail, because nobody hears me or cares.
I stagger to the street, waving my hands and stomping my feet.
I loudly express my concern for my soul not to burn.
Beating my chest, and confused; I beg and beg I can’t take this abuse.
Life keeps harming me.
Expeditiously sending darts of pain, in secret clones, please help I can’t do this alone.
Send rain in the form of rescuers.
Forward help, like the vast number of colors.
Release security in bundles of hay.
I can’t do this alone, help me find the way.