Writing on the wall

So many weeks have gone,
Yet I sit here all alone,
I sit and cry here everyday,
With nothing left to say,
Everyone just walks by,
Without even asking why,
I get drenched in the rain,
Screaming and writhing in pain,
But all they do is stand and stare,
I wish even one of them could care.
My misery is written over my face,
Happiness has not even left a trace,
No one is there to answer my call,
No one is there to catch me when I fall,
The mountain of trouble has grown so tall,
It seems my end is a writing on the wall.