A Cry For Help

Surrounded by many, With my mind fighting stromy weathers of thoughts. In silence I sit, Can I ever get out of this pit? Am I okay you ask, "Yes" says my smiling mask. Lack of identity, sense of self, Some where, in here, I'm calling for help. Can you hear me? Can you see me? Like im observing myself, From outside nightmares. Emotional numbness consume me whole, Detachment, groups now turn to a size mole. Open my eyes, open my eyes! So I can finally stop, the sorrowful cries.