A call for help echoes in the distance,
But it is soon drowned out.
All the wind and rain washes it away..
No one can hear the desperate cries.
Yet a person is still standing there,
Desperate for someone to help them.
Somehow, they still have some hope.
They think the storm will pass soon,
And people will then be able to hear the cries,
But what the person doesn't know,
Is that they had caused the storm them self.
And only they can end it.
Unless they realize that they can end the storm,
It will go on forever in their life,
Even though they guide their voice,
It is washed away by the storm.
This person desperately needs help.
And sadly, this person is me.
