cries echo and bounce against the cold lifeless walls.
screams pierce the air like arrows shot from a bow aimed at their target,
but they never reach.
text, call, text, call,
swipe, seen, swipe, read, swipe -
no response.
does it give you power?
to sit there and swipe past my desperate attempts to reach you.
i seek not attention, only an ear to listen.
please acknowledge my existence.
please listen to the words that scratch and claw their way out of my lips, fabricated by my fragile mind.
please look at me
i want to know that you're listening to the words that endlessly pour themselves from my mind's depths for you.
please look at me
not past into the far distance at some meaningless point of focus to distract you.
please look at me
instead of checking the time in hopes that I will leave as quickly as the passing seconds go by.
please don't look at me like i'm dead to you.
does it give you power?
pretending i'm not there in front of you.
does it give you power?
to hear my faint sobs behind the back that you turned.
does it give you power to know you're the one causing such mortal pain upon my angelic soul.
please acknowledge my presence.
please look at me, if only once more.
please look at me and see me.
please stop pretending i'm non-existent.
