Muted Lunacy

I cry out for help
yet no one hears.
I cry out in tears
but no one cares.
Inside the child keeps on fading,
creating a new image
rising above the shadows and rising into the light.
A me that is weak, sensitive and crazy.
Nobody sees it-
yet nobody would care,
life is just never any fair.
The knife inside my heart turns once again.
The pain begins. my new life then ends.
The butterfly loses it’s wings,
then falls.
But the star stays up strong,
even though the petals all fall.
The child inside and memories,
will never die-they’ll only kill me…
on the inside.