In just three lines, Soju's "Save Me" captures a painful gap between being heard and being listened to. The speaker cries out for help, and the people around them do hear the cry. The sound reaches them. But nothing happens. They don't act, and they don't respond.
The poem turns on that small distinction. Hearing is automatic, something your ears do without effort. Listening takes attention and care, and a choice to actually respond. The speaker's pain comes from realizing that the people nearby chose not to make that effort. The slightly awkward grammar in "did heard" is worth noticing too. Whether it's deliberate or not, it gives the line a raw, unpolished feel, as if the speaker is too hurt to be careful with words.
The mood is lonely and quietly bitter. There is no shouting in the final line, just a flat statement of fact, which makes the disappointment feel heavier. The speaker isn't only unsaved; they're ignored.