Reach across the space between us, meet me where I stand. Stretch you arm out across the gap and take my trembling hand. All I need is to feel a connection, to know that someone cares. People say that I matter, but they're so caught up in their own affairs. No one sees that I’m falling, into this dark abyss of despair. I feel like I’m drowning in sorrow, struggling for every gasp of air. I don’t want to be seen as a whinger, someone who will just sit and moan. I’m not looking for attention, I’m just so tired of being alone.