Boulevard of broken dreams

I walk alone I walk alone The clouds hang sullenly over the dark street. They never produce rain or snow just blck the happpiness of the warm bright sun. The people who spend their days here are all failures that could or would not try again. Silent tears run down their cheeks as they stare down at the grey pavement. No one will stop and ask for help because they all think, who will help me? they all have their own problems. I walk alone I walk alone. I walk slowly alone down the street no one looks up. Trash blows from every direction because why keep this miserable place clean? There is nothing even remotely optimistic here. No music laughter colors no happiness. Just broken lies and broken dreams. As you reach the end of the street you see nothing but darkness, unescapable black darkness. I walk alone. I walk alone.