Sometimes I feel like no one cares
I’m on my own and no one’s there
I’ll die alone, that’s what I fear
I’m dying slow and I’m aware
I try to cry but can’t find a tear
Sometimes I feel my life is dark
because my past has played a part
And in my self-destructing
I feel like I’m combusting
My inner peace and me are fussing
The outer me was struck by lightning
And that is why my heart is crying
E. W.