Hear Me

I write to let go of the bottled up butterflies in my squeamish stomach to let the world no I'll never plummet I write to let go of the mind gobbling sorrows of yesterday to diminish the fire burning heart break of tomorrow I write to feel released from the busy world that pays no attention to feelings When all i really need is help with my heeling Tick Tock And again no one's there So i run back to the paper and write in fear In fear that no one will ever hear my cries So until then i must say my goodbyes