Lonely souls

Never ending cries

I remember

The aching pain

Of my unwell brain

Of a constant melody

Of screaming agony

Where I hold this ingrained desire

To extinguish the fire

Burning in my tourmented soul

Melting my heart of gold

And when all there is left

Is survival or death,

I see the coward that I am 

As I can barely stand

Before the enormous hurt

Of never being heard.

Soon I realize, being alive 

Is a game of never ending cries