S.O.S

A lonely man's cry for attention.

S.O.S


I'm talking to myself, but I can't
hear what I'm saying.
My esteem stares down at me
from a shelf, as I stare down at
life's meaning.
I keep doing stuff, but ultimately,
there's not a thing I'm doing.
The going is so tough, I've already
gone mad, but I'm still going.
Why do I feel this way?
Life's zeal has faded away.
I wish my shoulders were broad
enough, so I could lean on them.
Gone are the times of merry
laugh, I'm chocking in the density
of shame.
S.O.S! I need a hand;
The heed of someone who'll
understand.
I'm lost in the paths of pain I
curved out of doubt's ground.
I need a shoulder and an ear,
before I'm too lost to be found.


Keep Smiling