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!
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