Somebody

I'm not sure people listen 

I'm not sure if if I am really here

invisible

screaming into an endless void.

Somebody look up

from your book of life

See me wandering the stacks

Pointlessly hoping

help me stay

help me find my new book

So many have already been wasted on me

thrown away

burned and bloody

ripped open

left to rot.

But please

take a chance

Somebody save me

Take me home

I'm coming home

But for her sake, hopefully it

won't

be someday soon.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's quiet in the library...so quiet...and if you listen carefully, you might here me, you might see me, you might save me.
mostly from myself---my self esteem is quite failing...i need to be that book someone takes off the shelf and read.

[InsidiousRain]

I know. But I ask you, if you are not known by anyone to exist in the library, are you really there at all?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and it is a good question...that is why people need to listen harder...

[InsidiousRain]

Well then, thank you for taking the time to listen.