A Cry for Help

Things I can't explain, yet i wish i could complain, tears and screams are all in vain, if you are here you are here to stay, if you come just go away, i wont live another day, you are making my life gray, I wish you'd just run astray, for this to disappear i daily pray, i wish it were a dream, i wish it were untrue, How could God turn out to be so cruel. A cry for help, my ultimate yelp, and death runs with stealth, and gets rid of you body as slowly as gambling eats wealth. So I convey this emotion, which in my mind causes a commotion. I can’t control how it easily breaks my soul. It seems like in its story I play the victim’s role. And though the end is abrupt, I quickly give up, I have no strength in me, and so I’m going to make this easy. I terminate this lullaby, which leads to my last goodbye, I search for no recognition, I search for no pride, I finish this saying I enjoyed the ride.