Chaos…
I wake up to see the world around me collapsing
And the only solid ground is the mind which depression is always grasping.
A pitiful soul indeed, but no one ever cared about his needs.
The ones who did used him as a part of their campaign bid. And others watched his silent suffering while they hid.
Looking at it it really makes sense.
How could anyone help when he had put up his own personal fence.
How could anyone feel his pain when he kept it all in his brain.
How could he expect anyone to not see him as insane
Where did he think the emotions would go
Why is he surprised when they just decide let the river flow
What did he expect when the boat would row, down this river of fire and it's scarlet glow
When did he think it'd die down, if he never admitted his face had a frown.
Who did he think would care when he finally got put 6 feet underground.