CRYING (COMPLETELY REVISED - EVEN THE NAME)

I CAN'T SEEM TO SEE

WHAT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME
FOR I CAN'T QUITE GET
THESE TEARS
TO STOP FLOWING.
WHY DO YOU REFUSE
TO ADMIT
THE YEARS AND YEARS OF ABUSE?
YOU WERE THERE,
I SAW YOU.
IN FACT,
YOU WERE A PART OF IT,
ONLY, OF COURSE,
WHEN NO ONE WAS LOOKING.
I'M SO VERY TIRED, LORD,
OF ALL THE DENIAL.
YOU SEE MY PIERCED HEART,
YOU SEE THROUGH THE PAIN.
CAN MY RACE JUST PLEASE BE OVER?
OR IS THIS WALKING ON THE STRAIGHT AND NARROW QUITE NOT YET
FINISHED?
ARE THERE OTHERS TO REACH,
TO LET THEM KNOW
HOW VERY MUCH THEY ARE LOVED
AND HAVE NEVER
AND WILL NEVER
BE ALONE?
THEN IF I CAN HELP
JUST ONE OTHER
LOST LAMB,
OR EVEN PLANT A SEED
WITH THIS POETRY,
THIS ALL WILL HAVE BEEN WORTH IT.