Here I sit,
crying.
Here I sit,
dying.
Falling apart,
quietly.
I'm not the only one.
But because fresh cuts don't don my skin,
I'm ignored.
As if my pain is any less,
at least she has someone.
Me?
I'm all
alone.
Sitting here surrounded by people,
I'm alone.
No one cares.
I'm not cared for.
I'm not okay.
But they ignore the tears,
drip
drip
dripping
down
my
cheeks.
Tiny splashes
unto
my keyboard.
Pain
so clear,
if
they
would
just
notice
acknowledge
care
hug
praise
adore
pay attention
love
support.

*If only they'd just,

NOTICE.