Why is it that when I try to shout,
no one seems to hear?
Why is it that when I need to talk,
no one happens to be near?
You really don't get it?
These poems are me reaching out to you.
Perhaps you don't understand,
perhaps you think there's nothing you can do.
But if you truly are my friend,
and if you actually understood,
no matter what,
you would try to do what you could.
Instead you leave me here,
hanging out to dry.
Sooner or later it will happen,
I will eventually just die.
