Maybe if I overdose, someone will see me.
Someone will realize that I wasn’t just trying to make friends.
Someone will see that I was asking for help.
Someone will see that I’m still broken and help me fix all of this.
Someone will see that I just want some more people in my life so that I feel like I have people there who care about me. I don’t just want some more friends, I need them.
Someone will see that when I say I haven’t been sleeping well, I don’t just mean I’m not tired.
Someone will see that my eyes aren’t just watering from allergies.
Maybe someone will help me.
Or maybe they’ll just see that I’m crazy and be grateful they dodged a bullet.