Your cries for help fall like tears,
To the unforgiving masses.
You spill your guts and your fears,
While they sit on their fat *****.

The crowd feeds on your futile pleas.
The emotion keeps them alive.
The stench you emit; they cling to like fleas.
Your failure is the reason they survive.

So keep them happy, play your part,
And watch them as they dance.
They revel in the pain in your heart,
Then turn without another glance.

The sickening part of all of this,
Is that you call them your friends.
Your pain is all they would surely miss.
So appease them to the very end.