say something

standing at the edge of my life,
begging you to reach out,
I know you see me 
via NYC and elsewhere,
like the internet and its proof. 
say something, anything. 
hello, can anyone hear me?
I guess this is your style now. 
I always saw you through. 
I know you hate me and this, 
and you think I am a criminal,
but I know you read this. 
am I coming in clear, girl?
take a look in the mirror. 
why hide in the safest town
when you can risk it all.
maybe we will live forever in these poems.
maybe not. 
it's worth a shot.