Unseen

Please notice it, my effort.
How can it pass, so unseen?
All I seek is comfort
And my intentions are clean

Some notice, but are already whole.
Others don't and make me wanna fold.
People seek it, while being blind.
Others find it, while being fine.

I just want it to be noticed,
For it would be appreciated,
Because leaving someone happy
and at peace is not complicated.

So, after all this time,
Why am I still here?
Am I doomed to help
Without having my own dear?

Regardless of the answer,
I'll be willing to love.
So I'll just wait here
As if you'd fall from above...