S.O.S.

Its a horrible thing to sit and drown in one's own tears
But whats the alternative, my life full of pain over the years
Any hope that I have is slowly bleeding from my mind
I hate my life now, no good fortune comes of any kind
I try to be happy, I really do put forth the effort
To no avail though, still suffering from depression's comfort
No one seems to notice this card house that I have built
They don't know how much I suffer from regret and guilt
I send up smoke signals, I leave behind small clues
Either people just don't care, or they must all be fools
The latter eases the pain, I hope that people aren't that heartless
So I'll sit hear crying uncontrollably silent, seeming to care less