I scream
not in whispers, not in sighs,
but with the fury of a thousand unheard cries.
"나는 제발 도와주세요!"
Please, help me…
But the echo just laughs and dies.
My voice is hoarse from trying,
my lungs collapse beneath the weight.
This world has ears,
but none for me
just silence wrapped in fate.
I'm waving through a burning room,
while they scroll past with empty eyes.
I'm bleeding truth from shattered thoughts,
but no one ever replies.
Help isn't supposed to be a wish,
or a scream lost in translation.
But here I stand
begging in two languages,
and still met with hesitation.
I've turned pain into poetry,
cracked knuckles into lines.
I've carved "save me" in the sky,
but they said I'd be just fine.
How loud must I be to matter?
How broken must I seem?
"제발" begged like never before
Must I fall apart in public
before they say, "Was that a scream?"
I'm not okay.
I never was.
But I learned how to wear a smile.
Because screaming when no one's listening
just feels like self-denial.
So if you hear this just once,
don't scroll, don't pass me by.
Because "나는 제발 도와주세요"
isn't just a phrase.
It's a quiet, desperate cry.