to save a life

feel so alone, like I'm the only person in the world who feels this way, and it doesn't even matter. It's not important, maybe because I'm not important.

I'm screaming out, doing everything I can to be heard, yet even silence is louder than my screams. What can I do to be heard, other than tear down this world, break apart my life, die?
Sometimes I wonder whether or not I'm becoming more alive or dying, sometimes I wonder if there is any difference. Despression is worse than frustration. Is living worse than dying? Is screaming worse than crying?
If I break apart this world around me, maybe people will start to understand. I just want somebody to think I'm not crazy, somebody to understand and to listen to me and not get angry that I'm not content, because I'm not. I'm not happy.
I feel like I'm trapped in a life that doesn't want me, in a world where I'm so completely different I can't ever fit in or be understood. I can scream as loud as I want, but the screams will always fade away because no one really knows how to listen. Maybe this will show them