Seeing them walk by. Hearing their happiness.
Wanting help. Screaming in agony.
Needing someone to hear. Someone to see.. To notice.
To live in a world where no one cares.

To walk the road of loneliness. To scream your lungs out, to cry until you have no more watery tears.
Falling to your knees, screaming out. Needing help.
But no one comes.

Needing contact. Wanting to be noticed on this lonely journey.
Putting one foot in-front of the other. Keeping hope in your dying heart.
Waiting for that one person to come and save you. Waiting for them to hear your silent screams.