Words are Spinning. or (Purging the mind.)

All I want,
is a hug and kiss.
My heart is lonely,
all I will say,
before my Soul
burns away.
I write but can't control,
the thought
but I know,
I cannot.
My brain is tired,
my soul is scorched.
Why must this
happen, being torched?
I ask of you,
please help, please.
Don't make me,
get on my knees.
You aren't just,
not even fair,
so, I will
leave you now,
you won't know where,