Let Me See

Lonely. Solitary. Nameless.
All unique feelings only some feel.
You sit there, no hurt. Painless.
Your perfect life, never needing to heal.
Maybe not, either way, it seems better,
when I have nothing left but this empty letter.
Writing to no one but me.
Others read, but they do not see.
The person who sits here day after day,
feeling the sorrow of so much dismay.
God help me. Lord save me.
Give my soul life, make me happy.
Bring joy to my heart,
because right now, it's being ripped apart.
So close. So very close.
Almost. Almost there.
No one cares.
No one seems to. I see no action.
These friends want to help, but for their own fraction.
For their own credit from the lord.
Thinking it will bring them closer to the almighty sword,
of Christ.
Friends help you for your good. Not their own.
They help until you are fully healed and grown.
Regained full strength. Strong.
Happy. Feeling like you belong.
Light of the word, you stare down into darkness.
Open my eye's, let me see.