My chest hurts,
My eyes sting,
I want to cry,
But you can't see a thing,
No where to hide,
So I hold it in.

Yelled at you earlier,
Didn't mean to,
But the words I spoke,
We're truer than true.

I just need space,
And air to breathe,
A hole to cry in,
Would be nice too.

Can you just try,
To understand,
And help me,
Just one day?
-Bee-