You don’t see me, you see through me.
Here I stand in front of you, screaming and crying
You smile and wave. You don’t understand that I am falling apart.
A friend of mine died today, from his own hand,
Noone seen him, they didn’t hear,
When he was screaming for help, and crying in despair.
I don’t want to be like him. I want to be seen.
But I need your help. I don’t know how to step into the light
From this pit of darkness and despair.
I don’t know how to get you to see me.
Amanda Johnstone