Someone.

Someone

I’m waiting,

waiting for that someone,

someone who can look at me,

look at me and tell,

tell that it’s not all ’okay’

I’m waiting,

waiting for that someone,

someone who can see,

see how much I’m hurting.

I’m waiting,

waiting for that person,

that person who looks,

looks past my lies,

past the lies to the crying child inside.

I’m waiting,

waiting for that person who hears,

hears the desperate plea screaming,

screaming for help,

trapped in my head.

I’m waiting,

waiting for someone

– anyone –

to feel my pain and comfort me with

“It’s okay” ’s

Waiting, waiting.

Hoping, praying,

for that day,

that day they come,

come and change it all.

#FreeStyle

#Poetry-ish