  Sitting here laughing, Hearing the sound bounce back. When will some thing absorb it, And listen to it for me? Sitting here crying, Wishing for comfort not grief. All I can think of is my lonleness, As the puddle forms at my feet. I drowned from my tears, My ears burst from the sound. Laying there dead, Under the cold solid ground. Why didn't it absorb it my fears? What will protect me now? 
