do you see them?
       do you see my words?
do you?
          can you see?
                       say something
                                     look at my words
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I’m surrounded by people...
Yet I have never felt so alone
I’m in a house but it’s not my home
I cry out loud but no one hears anything

“Do you see me?”

I’m smiling.. I’m happy
But I’m dying inside
I want you to notice me, but you don’t see at all, do you?

I ask once again...

“Do you see me?..”

I’m suffocating...
I can’t breathe.
I’m praying and praying...
Praying for my savior

Won’t you throw me a life line?
Won’t you see me?
Won’t you come and save me?

How do you not see me?..

The pain of breathing another lie
Living another day..
It’s all too much

I ask one last time...

“Do you see me?”

im not the girl that parties with strangers on friday nights
to drown her broken past
with a large bottle and a little white pill

im not the girl that sends scandalous pictures by night
and wears a pristine uniform by day
for her picture perfect parents

im not the girl that appears okay with the sun
but after the moon comes out
her porcelain skin is bloodied and bruised from her own monsters

no, im not that girl.

so who the hell am i to you?

am i real?
does anyone see me?
am i not a ghost?
sometimes,
the way people look past me,
i think i might be one.
so often i feel forgotten,
left out.
i mean i have friends,
yeah,
but i wish others would see me too.
today i feel blue.