I reach out my hand, desperate,
But I find that nothings there,
When I cry out hard for anyone,
For someone who might care,

I cried for help, I screamed it clear,
There was nothing hidden here,
But no one answers, left in the dark,
The cruelest twist,
Is that I know,
Is that there were people who could hear.

When I found I needed them most, they weren't there.