“I still remember how I begged for people’s eyes to look at me
because I crave to be seen,
I crave to be heard,
I crave to be touched.
I was so desperate, to the point that I intentionally
ignored the hints of them wanting to leave by turning their backs
at me,
rolling their eyes when they see me,
and responding
with silence when I talk to them.
I don’t regret doing that, but I want to apologize to myself
for I failed to give to her the attention that she deserves.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
