Quilt...

Can you see me? Have you even tried?
No, you looked right through me...
My pain I wear, like a patchwork quilt...
Surely you saw me, in these multi colors...
Pain, regret, sorrow, rejection...
Each square is a tribute of its own to my stupidity...
See the threads? I bet you can...
They are my tears....
connecting one painful memory to another...
You carry the tool to take this quilt apart...
Can you, would you, free me?
Free me from this pain i wear...
Thats all i want i swear...