Help Me

The world is a lonely place. Especially when your area of work is huge and the people you meet are small. Help is nowhere to be found, blame lurking in every corner of the street. When disaster strikes, however small, people scream. They yell and they can panic, they all can but you. Your business goes on as being yours, their business comes to you. At the end of it all, you're covered with battle scars, in blood. But the world is round. It goes on rotating. The next day, you have to deal with it again. It never ends. Help me. Help me break free from this lonesome world of blame. Help me.