Tears

I want someone to cry for me
to see the one they never see,
to feel the hurt that eats away
my inner soul, a bit each day

To know the bitter tears I cry,
but yet my pride wont dignify
me saying what I feel out loud,
disguising it with my proud shroud.

I want a tear to form so clear
with outline like the sharpest spear,
that rips through those unseeing hearts
and recognition then jumpstarts.

To slowly see that I feel pain
that when  my tears fall  like  the rain,
and drown me in their salty brine
I still keep saying that I’m fine.

I want someone to cry for me,
to hold me close until they see
I’m human and not strong at all,
please hold me up, don’t let me fall.