Honestly, I’m scared of being alone.
Sleepless nights and teary eyes,
but does it shine a light on what I could be?
Empty words and a mask that won’t change.
But would anyone ever figure it out?
I never asked for sorrowful nights,
but I never push them away.
Does fate have something in store,
or will I be forever damned?
A tree that once bloomed brighter than it does now—
the bloom will never return.
Will someone see me? Please, just see me for what I am.
No nice words or empty words—just see me. Oh, please see me.
SEE ME. PLEASE, JUST SEE ME.
The thought of being seen could heal me;
it would really guide me home.