Told you I wasn’t okay, didn’t I?
Eyes filled with dread.
Hatred for life.

Told you I was tired, didn’t I?
Head screaming,
telling me to die.

Waving.
Begging.
Hoping someone would notice—
the pain of living a life I didn’t even want.

But you didn’t see me.

Hey —
see me now.
Did you ******* see me?
Or was I still invisible?

Hey —
listen to me now.
Did you ******* listen to me?
Then why did I still feel unheard?

It’s okay now.
Silence speaks louder than ever—
now that I’m in a casket.

It’s okay now.
Why do you mourn me,
when I died
because of your silence?