The seed

The bad things never cease to mount up
i have had more than enough to fill my cup
one by one everybody slips away
i feel like i lose another one each and every day
the people that were supposed to care turned their back
i had all the love in the world for them, but for me it's what they lack
i never knew that so many people could abandon and hurt me at the same time
i feel like i am in my small invisible box just like a mime
i reach out for help and the love to be given unto me
why is it the pain in MY heart that no one can ever see
family are supposed to be there for your time in need
i have the potential for a spark of happiness, maybe your smile could be the seed