"Help"

It's these kind of remarks that silence me,
It's these arguments that make me curl up and hide away.
For one my age, I'm still afraid,
because it seems you've never seen the light of day.
I can't express a pain,
with a cry or a yelp,
but I think, deep inside,
those voices I heard wanted me to help.
They wanted me to help the broken souls
trapped within this house atop a hill.
They wanted me to help the animals inside you,
held to each other against the other's will.
I never got to say that a word preceded the one I heard before.
Not knowing why I never told that they said this as well.
The single word... Need. Before Help.
Sometimes it's as if this house is a physical Hell.
The life is drained out of me here, I don't feel much alive.
But the love I  have for you kept me standing here.
I'm not ignoring you, I'm just realizing
that this is the reason that she has to fear.
If only you could really  see, that this is the reason why,
we never get to see you, we never passed you by.
And all I realized was the life that I have lost,
by being on this rooftop...
but the love still strives on top.

©LJ
2 June 2013