I am breaking.
From good to worst.

I am begging,
for sweet joy happiness.

Words left unsaid, inside me.
Feelings bottling up.

Help me, please.
Do not push me away.

I am running out of ways,
every passing day.

It gets harder,
with many broken promises.

No pretense,
No more search for hidings.

I never felt this alone,
never before.

I need help,
I need cure.

A hug.
A listening ear.
A shoulder.
A friend.