I write
whether I am good
or not

Nothing can
try to stop me now
I thought

You can
try your hardest. go
ahead

Because
you will anyway
I know

Because
it will happen soon
so try

Try and
make me stop this now
Or not

Give me
My chance to think and
dream on

I try
but this may be nonsense
forever

Oh well
I tried to try this
Fair well

I'm me.
Who might you be?
Do we know each other?
Do you know me?
Do I know you?

Who are we?
People in the sea
of doubt and hope
love and hate
Who knows!

We are we
I am me
You are you
We don't know this
though

Because we are we
not you or I
we are not separate
but together
or so I think

Maybe we aren't we
maybe we could be
me and you
with others
not us

You are other
I am me
We aren't us
Or so I think
should I though?

I come to an end
But nothing is clearer
We are we
I am me
and you are you

I'm tired.
I'm tired of sitting here.
I'm tired of living here.
Each day I get insulted.
Each day I fall deeper.

Deeper down into the grasps of depression.
Deeper into sorrow and unhappiness.
Deeper into unreality and the unknown.
Deeper into something I don't understand.
Deeper into something I don't deserve.

I see light every so often.
A spark
A flame
But it doesn't last long
Before it fades away

I try my best
to not fall too far in
but when I don't understand
it's almost too hard
to not

I'm bored with my life
of unlife
I do nothing worthwhile
I want to live
I want to help

Help others like me
Help others who can't simply
Help themselves
Help myself through helping them
Help anyone who needs help

But this is just another plea
to get help of my own
Help for me
Help for you
Help. Please.

You look
At me

But you don't
see me.

You look past me
not at me.

You talk
At me

So you don't
hear me.

I say something
you don't try.

These words
that I type.

Are all I
have left.

The words that I say
never are worth it.

I wonder then
am I here?

If no one hears me
or sees me.

Do I even
exist?

Or is this some
cheap trick.

To get me to break
to get me to fail.

The world knows
that I'm not that far off.

The end is not near
I have much time left.

This is unfortunate
just because.

Because I don't have
much left to say.

Say what I don't know
or probably ever will.

But I bid you ado
because closing for today.

Draws near.

I sit here
reflecting,
wanting to be
somewhere else.

I can move,
but I can't.
I'm stuck
in this place.

I watch people
walk past
not knowing
who I am.

I hear people
talk,
not knowing
I'm here.

If they do
know that
I'm here,
they don't let on.

But that's
okay,
because I'm here
reflecting.

Not giving
a care,
to what goes on
outside.

Because I'm here,
reflecting,
but I don't know
why.

Do I think
that what I think
will help me
pass time?

Or is it simply
a way
to forget that
I'm here?

Do I know I'm here
or am I somewhere
else
dreaming.

Dreaming and
sleeping.
Not giving
a care.

Because I'm here
reflecting
Not giving
a care.

I have been used
I have been abused
But you wouldn’t know that

You say you see me
You say you know me
But you don’t
You just want
To see what you want
To hear what you want
But you wouldn’t know that

I was mistreated
Misunderstood
And hurt
People looked down on me
And treated me like
I was nothing
But you wouldn’t know that

You look through me
Not at me
You hear me
But don’t listen
You ignore my words
And ignore me
But you wouldn’t know that

I have been talked at
Not with
I have been told to
Not asked
I have been laughed at
Not with
But you wouldn’t know that

I’ve been treated
For so many different
Problems
Your head would spin
I’ve tried so many
Medications
You would go insane
But you wouldn’t know that

I’ve tried to work past
All the beatings
The darkness
The bullying
The abuse
It hurts
But you wouldn’t know that

I’ve told my story
To few others
Because the few I’ve told
Don’t believe my story
Because I’m me
Because I’m happy
As happy as can be
But you would believe that
Wouldn’t you?

And as you sit there
reading
You don’t know who I am
Where I’m from
What I do
What I want
What I wish
What I need
Because you simply
Don’t
Know
That
Nor
Do you care.

My words
Are my everything
They make me
Nay they are me

You ignore what I say
You ignore who I am
What makes me
What I am

You simply
Read these words
Not feeling a thing
You ignore what I mean

How dare you
Take away
What I am
Who I am

By not listening
You stop knowing me
For at least the brief time
You don not know who I am

If you do not listen once
You probably don’t
Ever
Which is a shame

Because I try
To get you
To hear me
And know me

Through the words I say
I form who I am
What I am
Myself

Because
My words are my everything
My only thing
Me.