For the broken

Everyone wants to feel wanted, to feel loved, and most of all feel alive. But most are thrown around, beaten, crushed, broken to the point of being irreparable. Some cry, some cut, some burn, some smoke, some drink to drown their emotions, to kill the pain they feel deep in their heart.They ask to feel alive, but are treated as if they're a corpse, unnoticed, and dead.They try to find comfort from the ones they love, they try to reach for a hand, but the person they reach for, their grip is weak, and they let go. Letting the one fall, killing them more inside.Most of these people feel like monsters, feel like beast, feel like an animal inside.But to bleed, cry, and die just to feel alive is something no one should have to do.If to feel alive is to feel dead, what life are they truly living?You ask why they died? Maybe the writing, the cries, their constant begging of help would have been seen, if you used you ears, and not your eyes.A single a cry of your name, the begging of help could have been heard, and not them feeling as they're disturbing the one who should have been there.