Each night it is the same.  I whisper your name as if to somehow save myself from this pain.
It's inside me, like some parasite that feeds and feeds on my greed.
I want you, but it's not a need.  That's what I tell myself, but I'm down on my knees.

Can you help me? I gasp as I realize that I can not breathe.  Can you help me?  I know better than to plead, but I can't seem to get up off my knees and I find myself starting to bleed.

Do you see me?  How could you?  I'm invisible in my silence, in my anguish, but I'm just a child.

I'm just a child.

Did you give it a second thought?  When you left? Used and discarded and left here to rot?  Let's hope not, but weather it be ignorance or maliance you've done it and I'm bitter and spoiled.
A little brat, I'm bruised like a piece of fruit. You took a bite and decided the flavor was not for you? You threw me and here I've landed in the dirt. Is this my worth?

No, more than what you've took.  One day I'll stand again. I'll withstand it all and bloom once again.