For years, I’ve wanted to scream: What do I have to do for you to see me? Just tell me you see me. I’m right here, standing in front of you. Is it that you can’t see me because I’m not you? Why must I become you for you to recognize my pain?
If I cry, will you find it easier to understand that I’m hurting? If I scream a little louder, will you finally listen? What more must I do? Do you hear me now? Are you listening at all?
Do you understand the words I’m trying to say? I’m drowning here, and I need you—truly need you—to pay attention, to open your eyes and see me. Look into my eyes. What do you see?
I’m right in your face, yet you act as if I’m invisible. Won’t you please help me? If I stop smiling, will you notice the pain behind my eyes? Must I show you my scars so you’ll finally believe what I’m feeling?
I’m telling you my pain—listen to me and truly hear me. I need you to let my words sink in, so you can understand the desperation I’m living with. And within that desperation, I want you to recognize the strength and courage it took for me to keep fighting.
Know this: I can’t do it alone anymore. I need you to see me, hear me, and understand my pain.
I would like to thank you for the efforts you’ve put in penning this blog. I really hope to see the same high-grade content by you later on as well. In fact, your creative writing abilities has inspired me to get my own, personal blog now ;)| а
Thank you!