The inner voice in me.

The inner voice in me screaming aloud that no one could hear,
Being hopeless and helpless is my only fear.
I see no difference when my eyes are closed.
I’m speechless even in the dream that is enclosed
My imagination buds the flower you in me.
Hope it would blossom with love in my heart, which is my tree.
If bleeding with blood is so hurt and painful.
Try loving the dream girl in you, who don’t exist.
And feel how long in your life you can resist.
I feel so in between truelove and being alone,
Waiting for the one to free me from this dark zone.