You my life, give your voice,
make me hear you sometimes
because, me and my loneliness
we often battle with each other
with fear, guilt and for perfection further
speak to me when the world has disappeared in thin light,
sometimes at day and often at night.
whisper in my ears, am not insane
and I got nothing now to gain.
so come to me at the darkest hour
and prove me am sane to the other far.
I beg and I plead, am ashamed to do so
yet I crave to plead just to let me know
that am not an insane and I want to live
and to love, and to be loved.

© kriszzin