For years I just wanted to shout: what do I have to do for you to see me?
Just tell me you see me?
I’m right here in front of you?
Is it you just can’t see me because I’m not you?
Why do I have to be you for you to see my pain?
If I cry will that make it easier for you to see I am hurting.
If I scream just a little louder, will you listen? what do I have to do?
Do you hear me? Are you listening?
Do you hear the words I am trying to tell you?
I’m drowning and I need you to just listen, I need you to hear me, I need you to help me, open your eyes and look at me.
Just look into my eyes, What do you see?
I’m right here in your face. I don’t understand why you can’t see or hear me. Won’t you please, please help me?
If I stop smiling can you see my pain in my eyes?
Do I need to show you my scars for you to understand how I feel?
I am telling you my pain so listen and hear me.
I want you to hear my words and in my words I want you to understand my pain. When you understand my pain I want you to feel desperation.
In my desperation I want you to understand the strengths and courage it took to fight.
I want my words to help you understand that I can’t do this alone any more.