CRY FOR HELP

BY MORDREAD

SO IT'S COME TO THIS, NO PLACE TO HIDE .

NOTHING LEFT BUT SUICIDE .

I'VE TRIED SO MANY TIMES TO EXPLAIN ,

BUT NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR MY PAIN.

BUT THERE MUST BE SOME WAY TO MAKE THEM LISTEN,

SOME WAY TO MAKE THEM CARE.

SOMETHING TO GET ALL THEIR ATTENTION,

SO THAT THEY'LL REALIZE LIFE'S NOT FAIR.

WHENEVER I SAY IT, THEY ALL JUST LAUGH.

I'M JUST TRYING TO GET ATTENTION, IT'S JUST A CRY FOR HELP.

I WONDER WHAT THEY'D THINK IF I ACTUALLY DID.

SOME WOULD BLAME ME, OTHERS THEMSELVES.

OR WOULD THEY NOT GIVE A DAMN AFTER I'M GONE?

MAYBE CARE FOR A SECOND, BUT THEN CARRY ON.

THERE MUST BE SOME OTHER WAY TO MAKE THEM ALL SEE.

I'LL ALWAYS BE DEPRESSED WHEN NOONE LOVES ME.

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