Sometimes I just feel so empty,
Feels like I’ll just disappear.
Nothing but a brick in the road;
Where people can step on me freely.
As I fall to my knees with my arms open,
Everyone just stares and laughs.
I try to scream out to them,
But only whispers can be heard.
They all act like my actions are a joke,
A despite cry for un-needed attention.
But that’s the furthest thing from the truth,
I just want someone to take my hand and hold it tight.
If someone would just listen to my silent words,
Maybe then everything would be set free.
No more crying myself to sleep,
No more nightmares to keep me awake.
