Call 4 Help
I’ve been blinded,
So the darkness consumed my eyes,
And all my ears hear is violence and pain,
I try to help by what good is a blind man,
Then a friend cries in my arms,
Begging for help and safety,
Only to us me by pulling my heart string,
And now I’ve been stabbed from behind by bitter love,
And my friend stripped away my love that I had for another girl,
But now I call for help and hope for an answer
Because my blood is on the floor,
And my hands are shaking from the burning pain,
From being used and then thrown away still bleeding,
The rain and the cold bring me no comfort,
I wish I could stand up again but time is running out,
And I hope that my call for help is answered soon
Because time is only a reminder of what you have left,
And that I know I have very little left and very little to live for.