beneath my tabletop

Beneath my tabletop- a call.in jagged writing, asking for help.
i never knew this girl who screams at the world
in black jagged lines hidden in the shadows,
but something tells me if i had known her,
we wouldn't be friends. i might not notice her.
she says she is the unseen,
and if she believes it,
then so she is. if i had known her,
this shadow of a person who lives all alone,
i don't think i would remember her name...
or her face. but i would know her eyes.
they would be the same as the ones
i see in the mirror when i feel like this.
the empty ones without a soul,
the shadows in the face of the invisible.
her writing strikes a note right next to my heart
and i must look again, read it one more time.
"this is a lonely place... i am alone, and invisable.
just like this writing. please. please! someone,
come look, come see. for if i am not seen,
i do not exist and not existing
is the most painful thing in the world."