I went to sleep crying in a cage I knew was impossible to break free;
nobody and I mean nobody understands this pain.
People are standing around drowning in my space but nobody has a key to my situation. I make excuses to excuse everybody else's pain yet I'm suffocating with no oxygen. My lungs have no power and my hear is tapped out.
They say those who see the light are special, what does that make me?
How many times do I cry for help, or hell,
help or hell......
Help has been diminished to just a word. Where is the action; when you see the pain?
Can somebody....get anybody! to save me from this
by VRDC dancer Shawn Hawkins