My life just seems so weary, and becoming more so everyday.
Everyone just seems to fight, and don't really seem to see how they're hurting me.
Does anyone even really love me?

I wish so much that there was someone here to take my hand.
To kiss my forehead and say "It will be okay."
What happened to these people-- these people I once knew?

Does everyone in this world we know walk so blindly by?
Can everyone in this world be so non-hearing?
Do they not hear my cries of help? My cries of need?
Do they not see how much they are hurting me?

Open your eyes, don't you see?
Open your ears, can't you hear?
I need someone here.

I need someone here, to hold my hand.
To tell me it will be okay.
To hear me when I call for you.
Does anyone even really love me? ©Amanda J. Potter