Life of the unheard soul
Too much pain from this life!
Cries out my dyeing heart.
I can't go on!
Says my back, breaking from the constant weight of the world on my shoulders.
I suffer! Do you not hear my pleading?
Lashes out my minds, left and forgotten with only memories of sorrow and pain.
I cry, I break, and I suffer. I scream and I shout with all of my own strength! Yet no one listens to my unconditional pain. Do they not hear my cries for help? Or do they choose not to look there own fears in the face? Do they choose not to open there eyes to see the world around them? Do they have no sympathy? Why do they pretend that they are bigger than I when they are really only children running from the burden that I carry praying that is does not happen to themselves and their children? They are but cowards and hypocrites! They run through life in nothing but a bubble of self contentment. They are afraid of the non-poisonous snake, and yet they dance with the deadly. For they are dancing with the lies and can not see what is right in front of there own eyes.