Why can’t someone see the darkness I hide behind my smile?
Why can’t they see the marks on my arms, shoulders, thighs…
Why can’t someone see the word “help” I carved into my leg last week?
Why can’t they see the word “hate” I carved just yesterday?
Most of my real friends are overseas, or a long distance away.
The friends I have here, in my everyday life, just don’t see.
They’re focusing on what matters to them, and that’s great.
I just don’t understand why I don’t matter to them.
I do everything I can to help them, which means putting on my brave face.
But even I need a hero to stand by my side and show me I matter.
Just one person to show me I’m loved.
I need a hero.