Do they know?

I've been wondering, what this emotion called "bliss" that people refer to feels like.
Also, what does the touch of a caring person cause you to feel?
I've never known these things.
But they seem so, normal.
What's wrong with me?
Why haven't I felt these things.

Tell me dear, what does happiness feel like?
Tell me hun, what does it feel like to be safe?
Hey you, yes you, please tell me you understand.
Please tell me I'm not the only person who feels so, numb.

It would feel so good to hear someone say my name.
In a soft spoken tone.
Not one filled with hatred and bitterness.

But then again, what does "good" feel like?
Does your mother know, does your father?
Do they even know half of it?
Do they know this pain you feel.
The pain that doesn't exist.

Somehow it stays there, though.
Sure, you don't care but it's still there.
In the back of your mind.
Scratching to come out.

Tell me girl.
Tell me boy.

Do they know?

Do they know of the voices telling you how worthless and disgusting you are?
Or the things you see in the middle of the night.
Do they know how monster really exist?

Do they know you lay in bed everynight.
Crying yourself to sleep racking your brain with one simple question.
"How in the world did it come to this?"

You're waiting, you have for so long.
You just want help.

Hey, you there.
Yes you.
Tell me.

Tell me it all. I promise I understand.
You need help you know it, but you're so scared..

Run boy, run girl.
Run for help.
Your life depends on it.

You're bleeding to death from the cutting.
You're dehydrated from the crying.
You're exhausted from the hunger.

Too much of anything is too much and you're past your breaking point.
Now go, go break.
Then put the pieces back together.
And become a walking piece of art.
♠ ♠ ♠
I don't even know what this is about, just rambling.