Cry Of The Broken

Nothing's worse than the position of being so different

Using your voice to call for help, still the people won't listen

They only notice your reaction, once you snap or lash out

What about your mental illness? that's what they don't talk about

I wouldn't dare open up after opening up

And got bashed, felt like a hammer hit my ass, close enough

How you see a waterfall flowing into the ocean

Is how my tears roll down, crying out my emotions

I mention bipolar once, and they head for the hills

Tell me, who's real enough to love me if I'm mentally ill?

I got numbers in my phone, but only know my own

No message is telling me that I'm so alone