Cry
I dive into the depths of my memories,
And find nothing but agony,
No smiles or laughs.
Just abuse,
Physical,
Mental,
And emotional.
And yet some people wonder,
Why I don't smile,
Why I don't laugh,
Why I put up with being hit,
Why I put up with being bullied,
Why I have no emotions.
The truth is I have none,
I feel nothing,
And everyday I cry,
I cry inside,
I cry for help,
With the hope that I will feel better,
Knowing that there is a very slim chance...