HELP

Please,
Tell me that you're listening.
Tell me that you care.
Because I've given up all hope,
that someone is up there.

Tell me that it will be okay,
even if it's not true.
Please, tell me what I want to hear,
so it can help me through.

I'm buried under anxiety,
under pressure, under fear.
It's lonely and it's cold
and it's hopeless under here.

Please, 
help me to see the light, 
because the, hopefully,
these buried seeds of pain and doubt
will bloom and set me free.