Help

You cry your tears of hate and hurt, while I cry my tears of pain and regret. The joy we once had, is now as far away as the moon and stars. You see me wrong, you see the dawn. The pain and sorrow, that all I do is wrong. Why can you not see me, see me for the right that I do. Hear me, touch me, find the me inside of me. Times are hard, sad, and have turned for the worse. Your tears are shed, my fears have bled. We see each other, but we do not hear one another. To see, to hear, to be is all I ask of you. So if I may, please bring me. For I cannot.