You can be everyone else's safety blanket, But who will be yours?

Noticing the little things that give you instant knowledge of everyone else's feeling. But who will notices yours?

Feeling so alone is a crowd full of friends, falling in love with the feeling of company, and everyone's well being, but when its gone, what are you left with but just reminders of why you wanted to die in the first place.

Broken Hearts
Scared skin
Red Eyes
Dried up lungs
invisible tears

Are all I am left with.