Oblivion

In tears I yelled aloud But no one noticed I tried to explain myself But no one understood At the darkest hour, I called for help But even my very voice betrayed me I felt the world owed me understanding But that was the one thing it refused to offer I turned to friends and family But even my blood turned their backs My tears flowed down like a stream in the Sahara All I needed was an ear Someone who would say: “All will be OK; all will be well” But I never found one So alone I stayed embraced by the cold arms of Oblivion