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.