As I inhale for yet another breath,
I realize I haven't quite gotten some rest.
Maybe it's because all I kept stressing over last night was the fact of which, you weren't safe yesterday night.
I keep myself well aware of the situations you've been involved with,
I've been attempting to get some sort of attention from you,
But I guess I'm just fitting in like everyone else,
You're just not seeing me quite right,
Maybe you put me through this nerve racking test.
I'm exhausted,
I've been waiting in this same spot for this entire time, thinking maybe just maybe you would've called.
But the only person I hear from the other end is the person specifically telling me that you're unavailable  at this time.
I feel so drowned inside,
The way you ignored my sense of effort,
The only hope I have now is for someone, anyone to guide me to a light,
Or maybe even a simple sign,
I just need you to want me - like.
But I guess I'm just not your precise right.

Unnoticed:
So I guess how everything else begins,
Here goes yet another redundant fable,
One that simply goes by a written label,
One is young and feels the need to experience something unforgettable,
But what one forgets is how quickly they lost track in the direction of where they fell.
Only the wisest succeed and the feeble-minded fall weak,
Small conversations exchange,
But no memory or recollection of what was mentioned or said,
See, life moves on too fast when you're struck with no point of vulnerability.
At least I attempted some sort of way to appear more brightly to you,
But your intentions grew terse and straight to the point.
I get it, yeah I guess you can call me a person who goes unnoticed,
The one that falls behind when having no control over their own emotions,
And don't you dare forget the one who is almost always hopeless,
That specific person feels as if there's no care in the atmosphere,
The environment surrounding them is certainly unsettling,
Nothing is better than just observing.

So you ask yourself every now and then,
When that reality hits deep in,
When and where should you begin,
And how should you react when something goes the opposite way, falls in the deep end.
Maybe that's when all goes wrong,
You're left to feel nothing at all,
Everyone starts spurring around the inquiry of "How are they doing?",
I mean if they cared they honestly would've said something, yeah,
But nowadays all I can view is the harsh and cruel judgement behind the norm,
I know that some people come in my life to leave,
But this is happening at a rapid speed, I can no longer catch up to the race,
This thing called life is just running away,
My best attempt is merely outspoken, goes unnoticed,
Similar to my recent poem,
You can all sense whenever something isn't the same as it was before,
It's called a conscience, yeah.