Red Eulogies

We are the next in line
we are the next name signed
on a rally to be heard and not just pushed aside.

Our hearts beat the same
yet they say we're not tame
when we scream at them again and say that we're in pain.

We have thoughts of our own
but we are far from alone
yet sometimes our heads don't even feel like home.

But we're faking it, right?
For attention - spite?
Just looking for fires to light?

But when we're dead
and they still don't hear what's in our head
our eulogies scrawled out as they wash their hands of red
and say

"Oh, if only they'd said."