My soul is screaming for any form of attention
For someone to acknowledge it and see how broken it is
I spent the night in my high school with my entire grade
We took off our uniforms and put on pajamas
Unrolling sleeping bags on the floors of our school
My biggest fear, that no one would notice how broken I was
That I would continue down this invisible path to nowhere
Then I opened my eyes and saw their souls instead
Some full of compassion and joy
Others equally as broken as mine
We all hurt a little together, and I guess that was the point
Or maybe I was meant to see that I am not alone
But come Monday when we all return to class
And roll up the sleeping bags, changing back into our uniforms,
We will also put back the guise of "I'm Okay"
And I don't remember where I put mine...