letting it out

do you even care to notice??

its like you're all walking with your eyes closed!

peramnetly stitched.

are you that blind?

i try to shout, but my breath's hitched.

oh no, here come the tears...

its time to let out what ive been hiding all these years...

im sick and tired of no one being there!

you're too focused on work...

do you even care?!?!

is your job really more important than me?

you try and argue that you work to make my life comfortable...

but i wont even have a life unless you make me feel loveable.

i could take it myself, and it would take days for you to notice.

your eyes so cold,

i feel worthless!

this child was once confident, bold.

but now i am just...this.

don't you see me dying?

or do i have to rip out the stitches on your lids for you to notice?

i know you hear me at night crying,

i sit against my door on purpose...

Please take my reaching hand!

i could really use a soft place to land...

i dont feel safe here...

a home should be warm and fuzzy

but instead your cold and too busy.

i thought you cared!

I really did!

i thought you would notice...

oh how ive never been more wrong.