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...