Unheard

Is there anyone who wants to talk?
Is there anyone who cares?
Is there anyone out there?
Or am I all alone?
I am here no one there,
Is there anyone one out there who wants to give a care?
Or has the world gone to hell?
No one caring what they do,
Is there anyone out there who wants to care?
I am alone with no one to hold.
I am left alone,
Just me and my thoughts.
That is a bad place to be,
For you see,
My thoughts are bad,
My thoughts are harsh.
I forget my thoughts and think of memories.
They are just as bad,
They are just as harsh.
My memories I can't stop thinking about,
I try and I try.
They hurt me inside,
They make me hurt my outside.
I am reminded of the pain and torture.
Of that little girl who longs to be free.
Of that little girl who is me.
I see her and I try,
I try not to cry.
I see that little girl looking back at me.
I see her pain,
I hear her cry's.
Nothing I can do now.
Not even if I try.
I scream and shout and yell for help.
No one can hear me,
So why waste my time.
I know how the story goes.
I've lived it all my life.
The little girl is beaten,
Then is left.
Left alone with no one to hold.
No one caring,
No one trying.
She is left there to think.
But her thoughts are bad.
I am awaken by a sound,
A sound I have come to hate.
My mother telling me it has gotten late.
She caused the little girl pain,
She causes me pain.
I have no one to hold.
Just the little girl.
But she stays in hiding,
She know's the sound to.
We both have eachother.
They say your past teaches you to be strong.
My past has taught to do wrong.
I try to be strong,
I try every day.
But when I see that girl looking at me for help,
I am weak.
I am helpless.
I try to forget it,
I try every day.
It's hard to forget when you live it every day.
I write these words knowing no one will care.
I write them to tell,
I write them to help.
I am telling you of my pain beacaue you have yours and I have mine.
I am helping you to look inside and see that little kid.
So helpless and desprete.
Try, try and help.
Cause if you won't do it, you'll die inside.
That little kid is you,
You know it to be true.
If you can't help that kid,
It means you can't help yourself.
But at least you tried.
You screamed so loud you hurt your throught.
If you don't even try, though.
You've given up.
You let yourself go.
You were once holding the hand of the little kid running away.
But you let go, and let him slip away.
Now you wonder why no one cares.
It's because they've all let the world go to hell.
They didn't help the little kid, so the kids rebelled.
Now look where we are.
If we start now, by helping ourselves,
We can help all the other boys and girls.
They just want to be heard,
They just want to be held.
They don't want to be alone.
Talk to them.
Listen to them.
They will talk and they will come.
They will take the world out of hell.
Because everyone listened and everyone heard.