A Crying Heart

I'm crying for relief.
Can no one hear my plea?

My wounds split wide open,
as the salty rain falls into them.
Like tears that should cleans my soul,
but they infect my heart.

It won't grow calous,
It has no time to heal over,
because I'm crying for relief
and no one can hear my plea!

The world comes at me,
still not prepared for battle,
I sit alone and confined
as I collect my blows.

So I watch my blood trickle
down the path to nowhere,
because I'm crying for relief
and no one will hear my plea.