Do you hear my calls ? my calls out for help.. Do you hear my screams? internally, i yelp. Blood on the flood scratches down the door. but no one seems to care “life isn’t fare” they say life is what you make it daily i’ve been trying not to commit no one’s cares a bit i am silent, i do admit but when days go by and i haven’t said a word, don’t you find that … absurd ? my smiles have turned up side down i guess that’s okay not coming around is what i do on a normal day slicing and dicing and you still find it surprising when i say …. “i hate it here” i apologize.. maybe i wasn’t making myself clear