I am hurting do you hear my cry of despair?
Is it it possible its hiding behind the nothingness that isn't there?
Our world the place we call home the one we beckon to night till dawn,
Would we cry or be hurt that someday it will be gone?
Searching for a bandage to cover up my feelings of being hurt?
Where shall I look do you recommend the dirt?
Isn't it that all that we search?
This beloved planet has became dark and possibly unearth?
Oh Please I beg of you I am hurt.