Hey...

how it feels to be ignored.

Am I not good enough?
Cause I'm  falling apart trying to be.
I yell " Hey."
But you can't hear me because my screams are silent.
I'm slowly giving up and you don't even know.
I hide it so well, God probably doesn't even see it.
I feel like i'm talking and the world is responding by creating more loudness.
My hands are at the surface as the rest of my body is caressed by the ocean.
Sadly, that's when I realize I'm drowning.
You promised you wouldn't let me drown.
My body goes numb under the cold, blue waters.
I yell "Hey."
And the louder I scream, the deeper I fall into the ocean.
Finally my hands sink as does my body.
People come to my funeral.
The lies are so painful, feels like I'm alive again.
People saying " I never knew she felt like this."
I yelled " Hey." But no one cared to listen.
You were aware.
I just wasn't good enough to be heard.

Reviews

[Riley Justine]

The font doesn't really match the poem.

"I feel like [I'm] talking
And the world is responding by creating more [noise]"

Other then that one line it was very well done

[Maglia Weaver Twill]

I like this picture and the typesetting. I never thought of myself at my own funeral but I can imagine feeling like I was in a casket, groovy, ominous, sympathetic to the shrinking spirit of a person when they are wrongly in a place where they notice that people are ignoring them, it's very sad how we do not please everyone and miss what is right in front of us if there is something in front of us, which there always is something, whether it is animal mineral or vegetable, but if it is a person, sometimes we can help them and sometimes not as a given point in time, there are so many points along the line.

A very supportive, encouraging composition here Casey, it brings warmth to my soul like the heat brings a bit of warm heat to this room in which I find myself currently