Alone and Bottled up

So long I have lived in pain

Yet he just now can see

All the pain and grief

That consumes all of me

How can I be happy

When I’ve only ever been hurt

Instead of vowing to heal my scars

He is distant and curt

Why can’t he see I’m not broken

But rather shattered into bits

Pieces of me falling away

With all of life’s hits

I don’t mean to be empty

If I could be happy then I would

But how will he ease the sorrow

When nobody else could