No cares.
No one cares that you’re sad
Lonely
Or even barely here.
Cry all you want and scream all you want
No one's listening
The fact is, no one cares because they themselves are focusing on their own
Their own cries for help
Wounds
Even needs.
No one wants to help.
No one wants to help for they need help.
How can anyone help anyone in this world full of the needy?
When everyone needs help, how do we survive?
You can beg and plead
Bleed and even die.
Don’t waste your breath waiting for help.
It doesn’t exist.
About the Creator
Kristina Brule
I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have two poetry books and one fiction book published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am
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Comments (1)
That line about everyone focusing on their own cries for help really sat with me — it feels brutally honest in a way that’s uncomfortable but hard to dismiss, like naming the thing we all quietly know and hate about the world at the same time. I read it less as “no one ever cares” and more like exhaustion speaking, that moment when reaching out feels pointless because everyone’s already drowning. When you wrote this, were you trying to capture that numb, fed-up place specifically, or was it more about shaking the reader into recognizing it in themselves?