Help Me, Please…

In the shadows my pain reigns,
Like a motor on the move,
The blood in my brain untimely whirrs,
My heart speaks of the forbidden,
My desires get frozen and hidden,
The unending hurt breaks me daily,
And all I have is nothing but a pen,
Dear diary, help me, please.

Tell them how alone I feel,
How burdening everything is,
How life is slowly losing meaning,
How the emptiness is suffocating,
How my life is revolving in pain,
How nothing works for me anymore,
Tell them, maybe I’ll get a hug,
In their pretense of care.

Dear diary, please let them know,
Of the times I wished they’d see me,
Of the hours I spent burning away,
Of the chaos I found myself in,
Of the pain I had to live with,
Of the angry that fuels my heart,
Of the loneliness that breaks me daily,
Maybe if you tell them, they’ll call me.

It hurts, staying on the sidelines,
It hurts, listening to everyone,
With no one to listen to me,
It hurts each time I see others happy,
And all I have is a heart so broken,
A life no longer worth living,
A chaotic existence that brings nothing,
What if they just listened to me?

As I sit in the darkness,
As I long for the deeper shadows,
And my blade once again stares at me,
Pitying my broken scarred wrist,
I am trying to reach out,
Maybe if they read this,
Maybe if they see you,
They might listen to you, dear diary.

Tell them of how happy I once was,
Tell them of how I miss them so much,
Tell them of the times I loved them,
How I always wished them happiness,
Of how I wished to see them again,
Tell them, I really did love them,
And dear diary, tell them I’m sorry,
Please, help me tell them I always cared.