Atlas.

You'll do anything for attention. You'll pull the sleeves on your arms to show your marks. for someone to care, just a little. You weep when one spares a glance to you because the weight of your emotions are killing you.

But you cant say "help me" The words never escape your mouth You try to open up but only silence creeps out Can't someone take the time to care about you For just a little while?

It's an empty grave with no one to grieve Who was the broken child? Who is the mourning sorrow? Who sits at the alter Screaming at the creator "Why"