Glass

Attention

They say.

I'm lying.

They say.

It's fake.

They say.

All I want.

Is attention.

And technically.

That's true.

But not.

How you think.

Yes.

I want attention.

Because.

I want people.

To notice.

How hurt.

How broken.

How unhappy.

I am.

So when you say.

"You only do this for attention."

Technically yes.

And technically no.

I do it.

So you can see.

And maybe understand.

How screwed up.

My head is.

How screwed up.

My body is.

Both have been ruined.

Because nobody noticed.

And maybe someone cared.

But not enough to ask.

That's why.

I want attention.

Not just for me.

But for.

The thousands.

Of people.

Of adults.

Of teens.

Of CHILDREN.

That feel my pain.

Because my pain sucks.

And so does theirs.

But nobody notices.

All we need.

Is attention.

So we try.

And try.

To tell people.

And they think we want.

The wrong type.

Of attention.

So.

We stay.

In need of what people.

Refuse to give.