The Healer

I need to talk so badly.
I’m just hurting all over.
My hands are shaking,
My heart is breaking,

With every sound I hear.
Every time I see him,
I see him hurt her.
I’m screaming loudly.
Where is my life guard? Save me.
Sometimes I can’t breathe for pain,
Do you feel the same?
I need to let go,
Otherwise I’ll fall apart,
Like I did before, and I,
I was left alone.
Nobody heard me.
My throat is red raw once more.
This time I need to be heard,
So fix my problems,
Because I don’t know
how. I can think of nothing
else but the pain he causes
and the mess I’m in.
Can you hear me now?
Now that I know somebody
who won’t leave me in the cold,
and will tell me that:
“It’s ok to cry,
to let it all go, and then
your heart will heal almost,but
you know that it can’t
be fixed.” So I cry,
untill I see the sun shine
through my bedroom window. Once
more, I hide it all,
So no one can see,
And no one knows of the box,
That is deeply buried in
me, And locked with a
key that only she,
Who must know that I need her,
Holds with her very troubled
and lonely, sad eyes,
That you lose yourself
in, trying to figure her
out. To my friend, my lifeguard,
Stop me from drowning
in this pool of life,
And be sure not to laugh at
me, when I can’t swim no more.

By strigae

I can't sleep.