Cry of help

Why this bold image and colors!

strange how when we start to sink

nothing seems to pull us up again.

Nothing seems right and all seems wrong.

Ones mind sees black one day

and white at another day, there's

no in between...

Others seem to enjoy life while me in my

corner can't stop sulking, I'm angry

at the world for not seeing that I'm looking

for a speck of help.

While time passes by in good times and 

hard times, no one, but no one, wants to

tend me a hand.  

Do I turn myself to junk

or do I stay clean, 

do I run or do I stay still.

No answers for now since I'm sure that

none will come tomorrow.

I can't cry and can't scream for fear of

being tagged as a bad human being. 

Do I turn right or do I turn left for asking

for a simple little gesture of help...

I will just sit down and wait for nature

to take it's course and then and only then

I will be free of this world......