A simple cry for help;
Unheard
Tears falling in silence,
Before my eyes, years flashed by
You know, I thought you went away
And yet here you stand,
On the doorstep of my mind

Perhaps you are fictitious,
I could will you away,
Except I already tried, you remained
Still able to strike me down,
After five hundred times down this road
You'd think I've learnt my lesson,
But I keep ending up here

I can't say where this is coming from,
I don't know what it is I'm trying to portray
A writer with no point of view,
Only trying to put the same emotion,
Into a thousand different words,
Was that fictitous enough to **** you away?