Plea Poem by Rachel Henley

This violence in my mind.
I struggle with the languages.
To define who I am.
My heart feels lacking always.
Lonely Spirit forever searching.
My souls depth has me drowning within myself.
Poet. Artist. Human.
So broken even put together.
Lifeless yet full of breath.
I am the walking contradiction.
Of a know it all who has got it all.
Having everything isn't having everything.
Passionate Sex. Adoring Lovers.
Not Enough. Never Enough.
Crying with weary red sore eyes.
Yet perfecting fake smiles.
Can you help me?
Suffering. Suffering.