Don't Quite Know

Classroom 
Stare at the ceiling 
Don’t quite know where to look 
how to smile 
When to laugh
Ask for help but so many people need it more than you
So how real is your hurt anyways 
Sitting in plastic chairs behind plastic tables 
Plastic board boredom sinks into the emptiness in your 
Full to fill the void stomach
Hollow eyes red where they should be white 
Black where they should be skin 
Lashes pile on the ground around there are no more wishes left in us
Scratched nose rubbed lids 
Yawn but the tiredness does not disappear 
Its remnants floating belly up in the vast ocean of all this unfulfilled potential
Pupils swimming in a milky sea of blindness 
Blink twice
But no one dives in to save me
Sinking under the salty-sweet surface if you
See me 
Please
Teach me how to be simultaneously happy, in peace and alive.