One of Those Eruptions

I am living an empty life Devoid of warmth Stripped of its essence Surrounded by cold creatures Which kindness is just but appearance? Often blown away Like a soul of no importance How long will it take for justice to prevail? How much hurt would they care Inflicting on my being. My heart having bled for countless of times They don’t even understand The efforts I am making Giving away my strength With all my belongings. They are never content It’s my blood they’re sucking I kneel down in prayer Trembling … imploring Misunderstood to the core Don’t you see I am dying? My happiness is far away All you did was push it astray Without any effort To salvage it anyway!