Help im a teenager with no direction
a parent with no money
a country with no jobs
help me, someone with a voice
express my words and thoughts because i cannot
i have been silence by
overbearing jobs by
humiliating proffessors by
a pair of no show parents
all that leave me speechless with no wind in my lungs
strung up on the rack to take my lashings
so speak for me
even just a whisper
it would tear down my cage
but i need help from brothers
from sisters and mothers
because its not that i wont speak but that i can’t
the world has cut out my tounge
and left my dreams to die on the side of the road somewhere by I-95
and i lay gasping for opinon
help me
because my dreams flow lie the very blood in my veins
coursing through everything i am
but the course s blocked
my dreams hve stoped
but my heart pumps, pumps, pumps so hard i fear it may break
help
help me, because you’r all i have left
but now your hardly an apparition in the out streaching highway
fading
flickering
untill only dust remains