Help, I'm Alive

It's a funny feeling, being lost. You never quite know whether anyone is paying attention to you, helplessly wandering, or whether they just pass you over, thinking that you're just another face.

It's like being trapped in a box, where the confines are too small, and the walls are made for you to look out, but for no one to look in. All you want is for just one of them to see you, and make sure that you're ok.

Shake the box, call the winds, break the silence. Make sure that they see you, make sure that they hear you. They can't ever give you help if they don't know that you need it.

Don't let the sadness get the better of you. Don't let it make you feel like you are worthless. Break forth, show the world that you have what it takes.

Don't let yourself be another one who disappears in a puff of smoke, swallowed by the void.