Sigh

I hope for a change
Talking is good, but there are no listeners
Suggestions do not crease their faces.

I cry for help
Yearn for a solution
They will not bend.

What should I do?
Let it be?
Cry until I can cry no more?
Stay unhappy?
Be brave, this too shall get by?
Is there no way out of this, mess?
Do they not care?

I am sad
I am down
I put on a mask
Sometimes they see my pain
They hear it in my voice.

But,

Who cares?
Everyone on their own trip
To the destination of choice
I walk a rope
Hope I will not fall into the jaws of sin
Sadness engulfs every part of my being.

Why, oh why did I not listen to the inner voice?
Why, oh why did I let people walk over me?
It does not bother them
Nothing changes.

I am done
I should walk away
I will one day and never look back.