Subcity Resident When your tears run dry but your pain remains the same. When you wanna see the change But your eyes

Subcity Resident When your tears run dry but your pain remains the same. When you wanna see the change But your eyes are bloodshot red with showing veins. Your mind won't find escape from the pressure and the stressing on a daily base. I could relate. I've hit rock bottom and it hurt Peeling scabs from my unhealing wounds revealing flesh Drawing the attention of hyenas from far away lands. At first the whispers started like a breeze Until nobody cared for discreet And the rumour mill turned to the wind. As the winds blew stronger I went deaf I was at my worst when I was termed The scum of my clan. Feeding off of the scraps of my fellow man. Subcity resident. I pretended as if I wasn't there