We're standing face-to-face yet I feel as though the ground
has collapsed underneath me.
I'm screaming from the bottom of a never ending ditch.
How come my words are like the flutter of the breeze that brushes pass you?
Why don't you listen to me?
Don't bury me alive while I'm still crying for attention.
Listen to my pleas.
Listen to my anger.
I have opinions that matter.
I have a voice.
1 comment:
people don't see and hear if they don't want to.
I feel your strong emotional anguish.
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