At times it seems that I'm just standing

still, while the whole world goes by doing its

daily rotation.

At times I feel that I'm alone, no one nothing

me nor my pain, sitting here crying in the dark.

They all walk past me and don't ask me why

I cry, what I want to hear, they don't ask.

I just sit here, not moving, not talking, not breathing, holding my breath.

I will hold my breath here, under this sea

of despair and pain. Until someone comes and

pulls me out and dries me up, until the

world notices me and my pain, until she

asks me if I am O.K.

But I don't want their pity, nor her

sympathy. 

But if you see me sitting there, come and

pull me out of the water before I

drown in my sorrow and sadness.