Tell Me to Talk, Because I Need to

I tried to cry out for help,

but there were still hands around my throat.

I just wanted someone to care;

to wrap me in their arms,

to kiss my forehead,

to say, “Tell me all about it, babe.”

I’ve kept my history hidden for so long,

I just wanted someone to care to hear it.

Yeah, I tried to cry out for help,

but I’m still sitting here, waiting.