My Cry

I am here but alienated I exist but I am isolated. No one here really cares How my soul fares. Nothing here really matters I’m amidst a horrid clatter. I feel so very lost My spirit tempest-tossed. Do I have to go on? My heart is turned to stone. Can I still love? Can I still be loved? I never felt such hate Is destruction my fate? I no longer know myself, My life is on a shelf. I’m on the edge of a brink I can no longer think. No one hears my voice of woe, And I know not where to go... They all smile and say “It’s all right” – and walk away. My strength is nearly gone, But somehow I go on. Soon I’ll go no further I will ne’er again stir. I have no desire to survive No want to again be alive. What is life worth, Every minute here on Earth? Won’t someone help me please - And give me some release? Or at least let me die And forever silence My Cry!