Crying out for Help.

Scared,cold, dark, and alone.
I have absolutely nowhere to go.
Left here, to die in this withering cold.
Dear god, how could this story be told?

Abandoned since I was a child,
nobody truly cared would be to put it mild.
Nobody noticed I was there in the corner
crying out for somebody to lend me their shoulder.

Years later, again left alone.
Only difference is this time, I'm much more dark.
Absolutely nothing left of my cold, dead heart.
Who can ever save me, so please run me over with a cart!

Sitting all alone on the window sill,
god knows i've sick and tired of living this way.
But how do I even try to find my way out?
Because in my mind... there is only doubt.

*Okay, i know this piece sucks, but I just needed to vent... so if you don't like it, please, save the misery and just don't comment.*