I speak,
But no one hears me.
I scream,
And they all ignore me.
I tap their shoulder,
But thy brush me off as if I were nothing.
I begin to cry,
And they thing that they hear something.
I walk away,
But nobody noticed.
I show up tomorrow,
But nobody cares.
I cut my wrists and bleed all over,
They ask: “Who spilt their soda?”
I shoot myself in the head.
They ask: “Did you hear something”
And say: “Naw, it’s just the wind.”