in sadness, i write.

noone cares,
noone is here,
to care,
or help.

shrieking music,
a dirty room,
a silent pillow,
are here.

noone cares,
noone is here,
when the tears of my soul,
pour relentlessly.

not one word,
to help,
of care,
of love.

you aren't here,
but neither is,
anyone else,
blame i cannot.

but i still,
want you here,
holding my hand,
wiping my tears.

my tears,
that spill,
the Nile,
in flood season.

yes, it is bad,
how i feel,
it is bad,
indeed.

and the ear-piercing,
song gives me a headache,
i slowly fall, fall, fall,
fall asleep in sadness.