I cried softly to your ear in the night,
Of how deeply wounded
And profoundly broken
The little light behind my eyes
Was

You heard nothing.

I cried out loud in the consuming blackness of night
Of how deep my wounds were
And how close to the edge
I was slipping

And you heard nothing.

I yelled into the howling winds
Of how helpless
And how agonizing
Living was becoming

And you heard nothing.

I screamed at the top of my lungs
Of the act I was to commit
And how I would soon
Leave you

And you heard nothing.

I tore my flesh and spilled my heart at your feet
And you locked me in a cold
Desolate
Prison.