To: A Bleeding Heart

Its about all the people who need help and never get it.

I...am but One of many.
Many who feel like me.
The only thing I ask is...
Would you listen please?

Open yourself up, and
Listen to my plea.
All I need is someone...
to listen to me.

No one has heard, let alone
listen to my cries.
And so very soon
I think I shall die!

Oh not a death of the body.
No, no my body is fine.
I shall die internally.
Oh, a death of the mind.

This is my broken,shattered self.
The fragments laying on the floor.
Please oh please pick them up
before they break some more!

Here I sit and beg of you...
to help put them back together.
How many times must I ask
in my very last letter?

Will you try and help make
the pieces fit together?
Oh but it would be my luck...
I am missing a piece, never...

Never to be whole.
Always lost and alone.
And when i finish this letter,
my mind will be gone.