Inner Pain
#2 of Poetry
My pain, its just a scratch, a nick, nothing more, i'll be okay...
But these words I say, are they real? The honest truth...?
Tell me, tell me now! How is it that I have tried over and over again, yet I still fail?
Is my perseverance not enough? Is my determination too weak?
Day by day, I ask myself, why? Why me? Why did it happen to me?
I just wanted to be someone, a person, a human being!
Here I am, treated like a dog, with unwavering loyalty, while enduring the abuse.
I cannot take it! I just need a reason.
A reason for me to still love you... Help me... Help me...
These tiny pleas.. Are nothing but a tiny shout..
As a whisper carried on in the breeze, why can't I shout? Scream?
I want to cry out these very words, "Help me, please save me"
My screams, a silent echo to those words I used to tell you all the time..
_"I love you.." _