Him He cries out for attention,
Love me,
Want me,
Need me,
But no one stops to hear.
So, he weeps silently,
His chest, shakey.
His eyes, damp.
Even after all that crying,
After all his lost and lonely days,
He is still here,
still waiting here,
For someone to love him,
someone to want him,
someone to need him.
And we call him crazy. |
