My Vortex

A Poem by Mariah

No one asks me if I'm OK,
Like they don't even care at all.
It's funny
Here I lie broken and shattered
And only my family seem to want to pick up my pieces
Put me back together
And help me through this
Everyone else wants to talk about themselves,
Not hear my cries.
My words fall to deafened ears
One thinks he's saving me, when he's actually broken me completely
Another want to talk about her and her problems.
The others say they are there for me but don't answer me when I really need them.
Some even think they've helped when they haven't even come close
Maybe this is how it's supposed to be.
I give all and receive none in return.
Should I just get used to it?
Or claw and fight out of this numbing and cruel vortex?
Maybe someone will answer that for me someday.
But it would appear that day isn't even close to today.