I'm the one who's hurt and yet you're the one screaming in pain.

I've bee stabbed by your knives and run over by you're cars, and here I stand bleeding before you asking for your help, yet all u do is look at me with distaste.

You look at me like I'm vile and disgusting, when you open your mouth it's not to sooth me but ony to blame me. Blame me for staining your precious white flooring with this blood that gashes out of the wounds you created.

Scream at me for the mess..

"what's wrong with you.."

"why aren't you normal.."

I open my moth to speak but u stop me before a single word can leave my mouth.

You obviously don't wanna hear it because it's my fault anyway. I'm always wrong, I'm always at fault.

As I lay on the floor, exhausted and loosing my life force, all want is to close my eyes.....

You scream at me, because I'm lazy for laying on the floor..... For dying.

I'm cold, I'm in pain, I can't move... I'm dying

"... Please..."

You break down before my dying eyes and scream to the heavens.

You ask for help.

You act the victim.

Can you not see me, do you not see me bleed, do you not hear me begging for help as I slip into darkness.

You can see me.

I know because you look me in my eyes then, and pour your burdens upon me.

You look me in the eye and tell me your truth...

I disappoint you...

I am human

Disappointment

I am sick

Disappointment

I am scared

Disappointment

I am confused

Disappointment

I need your help.....

Because to you, If I am of no help, I am useless

I am not allowed to ask for anything, I just get what I get and I should worship the ground you walk on because of that.

I continue to bleed and you continue to scream

Maybe when I die.... Maybe then and only then will you be able to see the stab wounds you inflicted, will you be able to see the blood I lay in, will you be able to hear my cries for help, will you be able to see all my efforts,..... Will you be able to see ME.