Voices Inside My Head

A Cry from Within

As night descends, your presence fills my mind, 

Through the day's turmoil, you're what I find. 

A creation of my imagination's art, 

You guide me, soothing my weary heart.

Not long ago, my love and I conversed, 

Yet here I am, with tears, my soul immersed. 

Our quarrel, he assumed, had reached its end, 

But his hollow apologies fail to mend.

I knock on your door, seeking solace's embrace, 

No friend to confide in, I've lost my place. 

I initiated these troubles, that's clear to see, 

How much longer can this torment be?

Desiring to be heard, to share my strife, 

But my words fade, unheeded in this life. 

How many times I've spoken, my heart's cry, 

Why does my love seem to pass him by?

I've given my all, it's never met the mark, 

Craving reciprocation, it's grown stark. 

My self-respect dwindles, as I acquiesce, 

Striving to be what he wants, in this duress.

My offerings fall short, affection's light, 

The tenderness missing, time takes flight. 

It's perpetually lacking, never quite right, 

What more can I provide in love's plight?

My eyes grow tired from nightly tears I shed, 

But if his happiness is real, I dread. 

Once more, I'll attempt, though it's hard to win, 

Clutching a love that might never truly begin.

My spirit's fatigued, the struggle's been long, 

I surrender all, righting what's gone wrong. 

I yearn for a love not forced or enticed, 

Effort not coerced, a date worth the price.

Respect in public spaces, a simple desire, 

Not inquiries about my body, to quell like a fire. 

Yearning for self-respect, lifting from the mire, 

For without self-respect, I continue to tire.

"I don't just desire your body,"  he plead, 

Show me it's not only that, that's all you need. 

Instead of help, I'm trapped in this strife, 

Pleading for release from this chaotic life.

My heart aches for myself in this web I've spun, 

Accepting a love that feels far from won. 

Karma for my sins, I've come to understand, 

Perhaps, though, my punishment demands.

It's still far from enough, the ache prevails, 

A void lingers on, my love remains frail. 

Not nearly enough, the wounds still sear, 

In this love's abyss, I'll shed one last tear.