Muffled scream

Tears in my eyes.
Wanting an escape, trickling down the beach,
and mating with the sea.
Pure me, pure me.
I scream from the wild and make an echo in the wind,
running, free from independence, now howls of agony burst forth,
and I am troubled.
Yes, I see.
Me troubled,
and I ask for help, in setting me free.
Will you come and help me? Will you? Do you know me?