Hear her Cries

When nighttime comes

She lies awake

Insomnia

Making its nightly appearance

She spends her nights

Crying to her pillow

Telling her deepest and darkest fears

Hoping her pillow would ease

The pain inside her heart

Often she feels

Unloved and unwanted

By those she loves the most

A black sheep, a burden, an outcast

Never receiving the love that she craves most

Family

Friends

A man she could call her own

She longs to have someone

Who will listen to her,

Be there for her when times get rough

Hold her

Love her—

And yet,

She feels as if she is all alone in this world

To defend herself

No one to lick her wounds

No one to hear her cries

As she finally puts an end to her so called life.

Written 8/31/04