Was I even here at all?

I turned 15 yesterday.
Nobody cared.
They don’t know me.
They don’t want me here.
Don’t they see me bleed?
Don’t they hear me fall?
Why don’t they look up from their paper and find me?

Going down,
It’s harder than you think.
To look up,
And watch as the world gets further away.
My breath rises as bubbles as I sink.
I reach out to find I have nothing except myself.
I cry.
I’m waiting in the dark,
Why was no one there for me?

Argh!
Pain in my lungs.
My head aches.
I want to breathe,
But can’t find air.
Tears flow that I can’t feel.
I’m dying how I lived,
Alone.

I am found, but I wasn’t found
I was buried, but was not mourned.
They still don’t see my scars,
They still don’t see me bleed,
They still don’t hear me fall,
And they still won’t look up to find me….