A constant babble fills my ears
too many people shouting their word.
I cannot listen,
nor can I be heard.
I cry out, to the great unknown
Whether or not they hear me i don't know.
I carve the words unspoken into my wrist,
cutting the pain deeper with my own little twist.
Still they don't know.
Still they don't see,
I am drowning in a sea of me.
My thoughts drag me down.
Then i write, not on my skin,
but on paper
I write to be heard, not by other people,
but to hear myself
I can scream and cry, without making a sound.
But, I am heard, by the person that matters most.