How many times does it take
For you to understand
Just how much it hurts me
Because it really does
And it’s as if you don’t notice anything
Anything outside of your life
You’re not the only one
I can name others
Who get too caught up in their own problems
And don’t bother with anyone else’s
And you know what?
I don’t know who is listening to me
I don’t know who is helping me
Sure there are people who are nice to me
Loads of them
But they aren’t really there
None of them
Not
One
And you know what else?
I’m getting kind of tired of it
I’m sick of being “The Listener”
Why can I never be a “Speaker”?
Can’t I please?
Will my voice never be heard?
I thought I had friends
And I’m trying to believe that I still do
But sometimes
It doesn’t feel that way
I know that I’m not the perfect friend
But I try so hard to be
And it sometimes seems
That I’m the only one trying
That I’m the only one that cares
I know that it’s not true
But there’s no one there to convince me otherwise
So
Am I destined to be mute forever?
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Spiritual[Part 1 in the "Contemplative Compositions" series] Here lies the random and slightly organized thoughts of moi. My take on the world is a click away. So, if you want to, CONTINUE!!!! In other words, this is a public journal full of my own and o...
