I am starving for
someone to notice
the hurt
in my eyes
and
the pain
in my voice.
Waiting for
someone
to see
that maybe I
can't wait
to be free.
I am showing you
the struggle within me.
But maybe you
can't see
through the fake
smiles
You can't see it,
yet. Not until I
am gone.
See me and not
my walls. Only then can you
save me.
