Do not shout at me; I will not listen
Do not ignore me; I will fade away
Speak quietly and look into my eyes
My story’s buried there; can’t you see it
Come now, look closely, for soon I must blink.
Do not be the one who turns this moment
Into a romance novel I won’t can’t write
The characters are all wrong; you must know.
Right here, right now, I just need you to see
The part of me that’s trying to get out
You were there. That terrible, awful night.
You were the last person I saw before
I was taken. Please, I can’t speak. Not now.
She won’t let me. But she may just let you.