Baby, can you see me?
Can you hear me?
I'm screaming under water,
Drowning under you.

Baby, can you feel me?
Can you please me?
I'm fighting myself
Over and under stars that shine my name

Baby, can you find me?
Can you save me?
I'm walking on a line
That I've crossed so many times.

Oh and I can't feel
The ground beneath my feet
When will this seem real?

I've been trying for awhile
Please tell me why it's so hard
To fake a smile

Give me a name
To remember
I've got no one to blame

But myself.

You look at me the way they do in movies, full of wonder and curiosity.  It scares me to think that someday you might see me the way he does now: the way I see myself.

Help is a four letter, one syllable word that carries the weight of the world.

She was born with and old soul
To die young
In a cruel world

In the light she both shimmered
And shriveled
Her name echoed off the lips of strangers

Each phrase was harsher than the last and
Cut deeper
Messages that she'd already written in her head.

Suddenly she couldn't see her path
She was lost
Her hands shook as she held them in front of her

Searching for help but all she found
Were thorns
So she retracted into herself

She swallowed nothing much except
Her words
Wincing at her own reflection in the eyes of others.

She became a wisp clinging to the grass
Lonely and sad
Gasping for affirmation

Blown away in the night's quiet whisper
She disappeared
The voices got louder, louder then ever

They bowed their heads and wiped their tears
"How tragic"
They said, as they moved on to the next.