To be heard

I like to hear myself sometimes

I never hear me talk 

Dark at night seems to be when my body has released

Now resting,

I fall

Praying to you,

I question for only answers

Laying in my bed

I hear my own whispers

Listening to myself and what I have to say

I put myself down because none of it makes sense anyway

Torn into pieces

I hide it so good

Putting myself back together is something I never could

Why have I came this far?

I've hurt the whole time

My soft whispers keep me up,

and soon make me cry

I've lost myself

Life feels no more than fake

Looking at my life

On myself I decide to rage