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
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