My Last Plea

Though my eyes are open I cannot see, I know my name but not who I be. The sun it shines but I get no light, Every second of the hour it seems you want to fight. My love is a river with nowhere to go, Like a puddle or pond with nowhere to flow. Trapped and confided I can’t escape these thoughts, Cursed and ridiculed; is this my fault. I smile, I love, and I give my all, But pain and bullsh_t is all I cause, I’m surrounded...there’s no way out, By lies and things I know nothing about. Will you ever stop and present me the chance, To have your love I worked for and not be judged by your glance, Not put down for someone else’s past, Not acknowledge as the driver of someone else’s crash. Not as the problem I seem to be, An unneeded piece to a puzzle complete. Is there a place that we can one day belong? A place where this pain and the hurting is gone. There is; but can we fix it before we get there, Or do my eyes have to close forever... before you see how much I care.