I Scream For Help
I try my best to get things straight
But all I get is needless hate,
This world I live in with much regret
Is more then terms that can’t be met.
I think to myself "what have I done?"
Is this a world where I live as one?
Not a friend in sight that can help me by
Do I live or do I die?
I’m frightened inside and can’t go on
To prove my point and be so strong,
As days go by the weaker I get
For those stupid terms that can’t be met.
Reality is a thing I must get through
My past is a nightmare, so what can I do?
If people knew just how I feel
They would look up and think for real.
My life is a hell hole and always a mess
My feelings are hurt and full of distress,
I haven’t a halo wrapped round my head
This is a feeling that should of been said.
Instead it’s on paper for all to see
I am simply sorry you all used me
Dedicated to those who did not support me, help me, criticised me whilst they done nothing (its too easy to criticise those doing the work whilst sat on the fence watching), blamed me whilst they sat doing nothing to help, used and exploited me and the sheer hell me and my family was put through and at no stage was it ever appreciated by those who gained from me.