I am broken
Unfixable
But you don't see that.
I don't let you.
But you should, you see me everyday.
How can you not see something so obvious?
How do you miss the silence?
How do you miss the silence?
You should notice the glaze on my eyes.
You should notice the emptiness in them.
You should notice staring.
You should notice the puffy red eyes.
You should notice the hoarseness of my voice.
You should notice the small scars. Not all self inflicted, but most. Never on the arms.
I didn't want you to notice.
But now I do.
Why don't you notice me?
Why don't you notice me?
I want you to notice me now.
I need you to notice me now.
I didn't want you to look at me in pity.
But I don't care anymore!
Notice me! Please!
Notice me! Notice me! Notice my pain! Notice my struggle! Please!
Notice me, before I slip too far.
Notice me, before I cut too deep.
Notice me, before its too late.
Because I don't want to be unfixable anymore. I don't want to be broken anymore.
Please, fix me.
A/n: So I don't know who's reading this, but if you are. I'm not depressed anymore. Not as much anyway. That's all. Goodbye.
