When Crying Dies

At one point in our lives we all have cried. Cried for help yet no-one could hear. No-one paid attention or cared, They simply overloaded you. As if your pain filled pleas, . . . are nothing. Your friends try to say what they can, but how can you listern? There are guns and cannons going off in your head, filling your mind with the sound of war; The war against yourself, In which you, . . . are losing. One final cry rings out into the night, in the form of a gunshot. Who will cry? Kesh doesn`t, Jackus doesn`t even know. They carry on with their lives, And don`t see those who . . . are dying.