To the lost souls

by Toyin-Dyva Agboton

Walking on a desert road, not knowing where they are headed to,
Is the daily life of millions of people without a purpose and a goal?
They have buried the pain in their chest,
And for life have they lost any interest.
Not knowing how the tears came out of their eyes,
They have a hard time acknowledging the hole in their heart.
They are trying to keep it cool.
They don't want to be called fools.

When they dare speak up,
People shout "Shut up"!
People suffer more than you!
Can you stop be a bother?
You would have healed your wounds
Have you tried harder!

Little did they know how hard it is
And how cruel was their diagnosis.
Not knowing what you have,
Feeling empty deep inside,
Seeing the whole world move
Putting you individual aside...
Is something you make fun of hysterically?
Because that's the only way you can wash off
The feeling of being isolated and lonely.

They are moving around us, not even trying to seek for help.
This is useless because of the general lack of empathy.
Between people trying to show they suffer more than you,
And those who will make you feel guilty for being this weak.
There is no need in seeking for comfort.
There is no need in making any effort.

When they dare speak up,
People shout "Shut up"!
People suffer more than you!
Can you stop being a bother?
You would have healed your wounds
Have you tried harder!

Dead alive you walk, you wear a mask.
What choice do you have anyway?
Dead alive you talk, you do your task.
Pain and pain the either way.
They said you should fight because you're a warrior.
But what is this war never ending, without any rest any glimmer?
Of hope...

Those events broke you, kicked you, punched you without any warning.
You cough, you cry, you melt, you kneel down, you lose your wings.
You stop wondering about the next step, this thing they call future...
Because your present is too heavy, too burdensome for you to think further.

When you dare speak up.
People shout "Shut up"!
People suffer more than you!
Can you stop being a bother?
You would have healed your wounds
Have you tried harder!

Little did they know how good of an actor you were
Before you decide to be radical.
Tired of living without a purpose and a goal
You consider those pills, this blade to end it here...
You have given up because you had no one to call.

I hope you don't get to those extremes.
Seek for help and let your voice be heard.
Someone will understand your pain.
Someone in this world care about you who don't know where you are headed to.