The thoughts of me crying haunts me a lot.

That self is hurt and stuck in the past.

She cries so loud that my chest can feel her pain.

I don’t want to experience what she goes through ever again.

But she is trying to call me.

She has something to tell.

I don’t know really but I think

That she may have some secrets to spell.

She shouts so loudly that I can hear the walls

Of the dark room that she is sitting on the floor of.

There is one ray of light but that is not enough

To soothe her and make her feel a lot less rough.