It's times like these where I just feel helpless.

I fell like I'm powerless, and I'm out of control.

No one can hear me. I'm in a glass box, and no matter how loud I shout, no one can hear me.

Or maybe it's just because they don't want to hear me.

I'm powerless. Helpless. Wordless. Speechless.

I'm not even given the chance to speak.

All I want is to get a word in, but sometimes I feel like people just don't want to listen.

They won't listen to me.

It makes me want to sink back into the corner of my glass box, then bury my face in my lap and pull my knees tightly into my chest.

I just want to cry. I want to scream.

Why does no one hear me? Who put me in this glass box in the first place?

Why is it that I'm the only one in this world without a key to my glass box, but no one is kind enough to let me out?

And then I stumble upon one person with a key, and I think he's going to let me out, but everytime I let myself get close they just drop the key outside the glass box and walk away.

Nothing I say or do ever works. I can't open my glass box to get out, and I can never get my point across.

It doesn't matter what I say.

They won't listen.

No one listens.

How am I supposed to fix my relationships with people if they won't give me a chance to voice my opinion?

Or when I actually do voice my opinion, they get mad at me for having feelings that get hurt and shut me out?

And then they put another lock on my glass box, and I'm weighed down by another pound. Another pound of padlocks sits heavy on my heart, and I'm so weighed down I can't get back up.

And then I get buried by more and more locks.

When each person passes by my glass box, they add another lock to the weight.

I'm so weighed down I'm drowning, and I can't focus. I can't sleep. I can't eat without feeling sick. I feel so sick to my stomach that I can't even breathe.

I'm drowning in my own misery.

And I can't do anything about it.

I'm powerless. I'm helpless. I'm...hopeless.

There's no point in trying to fix myself, because everyone is so unwilling to meet me half way.

All I want is for people to listen.

I just want him to listen.

I want to be heard, and I don't want to be ignored. I don't want my feelings to be hurt.

No longer do I want to live in this glass box.

All I want is for him to come back with the key and let me out.

Even though I'm still not sure how I got locked in here in the first place.

But I can't do this alone.

Because I'm locked in from the outside.

And someone needs to meet me half way to set me free.

Why will no one save me? Why?

Am I not worth saving?

I used to think I was, but I haven't had a chance to speak, so I guess I wouldn't really know.

Or I do get to say something, but I'm not really...heard. Why won't they hear me? Why do I need someone else's permission to be heard? Why can't I have a say in how I'm treated?

I just want to be heard.

I just want someone to unlock my prison of glass. Please.

Please. Come back. Don't ignore me. Don't shut me out. Don't tune me out. Don't think you can just walk out on me and expect me to deal with this feeling of loss and abandonment.

I just want you to come back.

And unlock my box.

Because I want to be heard.

And I think I at least deserve that.

2/24/15