Words In A State Of Boredom.

I am dying over here
Of pain, of tiredness, of boredom.
And no ones cares,
They say I am telling a lie
Only to miss my duties.
Who they think I am?

I am telling you, dear
There is no rain, no hopefulness in this kind of doom.
Oh, this is not fair,
Time has not been my ally, but still I am head up high
I remember those days, those sweeties.
Expecting no overturn, so, if I say I can?

What would they say, do, think?
Another way to keep on, fool
And a blink of an eye can change everything.