Rope.

Arrows all around me,

pointing and shouting and screaming my name,

although no one botherd enough to care,

so many people,

so little who cared,

blood pourd from my eyes,

like tears they fell,

to the cold hard ground,

hundreds of pepole walked by but non cared enough to look,

look at my tears that fell,

look at the pain in was in,

but its okay,

i know no one cares,

i'll just grab my rope,

and find a tree....