I hate feeling like a pest and a mess,
I hate feeling like I bother you to death,
For I want to know why you can't trust me,
but I must trust you,
please help me,
when I am trying to open my sealed and closed,
heart and soul,
for you, why can you not even speak a word to me
besides mute sounds, that's all that ever will come out,
I am trying to let my voices spiral out for you,
but yours still hid in the back floor of the closet in fear,
never seeing an inch of light for so many years,
please trust me,
and let me trust you,
if you want this to work,
you have to agree that you can rely on me too.
trust me
