Ignoring The Problem

Its not easy to keep from screaming,
all the pain that I'm feeling.
Agony writhed from the depths of my soul,
madness and rage without a goal.
Nowhere to look for love,
no hope to be found from above.
The world sees my pain,
and yet they treat it like any other drop of rain.
For that's all it is in the grand scheme,
a sheet of rain, to give prettier things their sheen.
So that they may glisten all the brighter,
and that we may die all the quieter.
In the darkness all alone,
so that the "worthy" may be known.
Sacrificed so bloody so foul,
and the world just flips up their cowl.
they coldly walk on with their lives,
each back clearly filled with knives.