Better Days

You try to let them know, but they don't understand.

You try to explain this feeling, but it all turns to sand

and falls between your fingers down the weed-ridden slope.

You wonder what made you believe this time they'd grasp the rope

and pull you out of that void, the whole with which you hide inside.

But their ignorance take hold, they let you fall with a grace most unkind.

The utter despair you feel urges you to dig deeper.

The memories of better days you no longer remember.