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.
A little bit of this and that and then some.