She cried out for help, no one was there,
nobody listened, they didn't care.
People kept walking further away,
leaving her with no one to wipe the tears away.
She looked for a friend, nobody came,
nobody liked her, there was no one to blame.
All those years with nobody loving her,
really hurt, and made her dreams all a blur.
Her future looked hopeless, a deep dark black,
people always stabbing her in the back.
Soon she grew tired of the hatred and pain,
said, "I'm leaving here, there's nothing for me to gain."
She left with a bang, stunning everyone,
killing herself with her father's gun.
Everyone laughed, nobody cried,
it was a party when she died,
One lonely girl, killing herself and so scared,
just because nobody cared.
Copywrited 10-14-84
Just another diatribe from the past - and I thank all my friends that cared enough to see me through then as well as now...
