Overthinking.

Sing

When storms roll in
And I am stuck behind closed doors
Of a house ready to tumble,
I sing.
My melody fills the air
Full of song and dispair
They echo through the halls
Of abandoned buildings,
Bouncing off the walls like a circus freak,
Wishing someone would watch the act.
I sing...
I sing of the days when the sun
Would cast its rays upon me,
Smiling along with me, through slight drizzles of rain.
But those days are gone,
And all that survived the fire was a song.
I hum along with the beat of the rain
Pitter pattering on my windowsill.
A beat I know all too well.
I sing...
I sing along with the thunder clapping
And the off beat of the lightning's strikes.
I sing...
I sing along with the screams of children,
Harmonizing every screech and holler.
I sing....
I sing a sad refrain,
Full of unspoken wishes and prayers...
Of heartbreak and soulbreak.
My melody, loud.
Like I plugged my voice box into a speaker
That could fill an entire stadium with music.
I could make the entire world hear me.
They hear me, but they don't listen,
My song goes ignored,
Locked behind closet doors
Along with every other problem in this world.
It goes unheard. Unloved.
But I still sing...
My voice cracks, and in those cracks lay only darkness.
A darkness that will creep from.the cracks
in the middle of the night, to take my voice away.
I scream for someone to help me.
I scream...
Hear my cry for help over the chaos.
I scream...
Hear my voice riff with every rain drop's fall.
I scream...
Hear my melody, accompanied by the intrumental
Of the loud whistling wind.
I scream...
Hear me!

And they did.
They heard me, but none did listen.
And now, my song is broken,
Like the master of its tune.
It's majors turned to minor chords,
Rattling this god forsaken world,
But too weak to break it.
Oh how I want to break it...
A once happy song,
Morphed itself to sour notes,
That are forced to emerge from the depths of my hell.
I sing...
My voice, raspy and unclear,
I sing...
I sing... of the day I lost all hope of happiness.