Stop.

Take a second.

Just look.

I beg you to listen.

You’ll hear volumes that my voice can’t project.

Silence is the echoes of hurt, pain, and helplessness that only I will ever know.

Deep down I know how I feel but what is spoken will never be enough.

But when I write, I do it to discover secrets that I don’t tell myself.

Scribbles on paper give me the strength and voice that I need.

I want you to listen.

I want you to feel.

I want everyone to see the scars tattooed on my heart.

Mom, Robyne, Dad, Family, Unknown Love.

I need you to hear my words.

I need you to see me for who I truly am.

Open your heart to my raw emotions.

Relinquish your selfish thoughts and feelings.

Realize that I’m broken.

Shattered from the inside out.

Open your eyes to the painted mask I wear over my face.

You are the only ones I trust unveiling myself to.

Open your ears to my hushed voice that’s drowning in pain.

I wish you could see my heart break every time old wounds re-open.

Wounds that I know will never heal.

Maybe you’ll never fully understand the condition of my exposed heart and soul.

But the world has seen the tears I’ve cried.

That’s one thing that I’ve never been able to hide.

For once in my life i just want to be heard.

Let my words be a map that leads you to who I am.

In time let my words show you who I want to be.