Cry

Everyday we cry,
Would they notice if we were to die?
Would they even care,
What they do to us isn't fair,
They attack at our weak spots,
With these evil little plots,
Do they know how they damage us?
It's as if we're being hit wit a bus,
They don't understand our pain,
It makes us insane,
We act like everything is okay,
But our lies they don't buy,
Everyday we cry