And just for thought...
I can not talk to you anymore.
You make me feel as if my words are unimportant
and your worries are much more grand than mine.
Unintentionally, you make me feel small
but you do not realize how you effect me.
I want to come to you.
Would you listen to me?
Or cut me off like you usually do?
My life has never been as easy as yours.
What I fight constantly is the battle of my life.
I cannot fight this alone
but you nor anyone else is willing to help me.
I am not asking for much, just an ear, maybe a hand.
There are moments every day,
moments when I just want to give up,
when I need someone to tell me I can make it
but no one does.
So I come to you with a shake in my voice
and you ignore the tremble.
I sit there and listen to your tales without complaint.
Understand your lack of concern is heartbreaking.
I already feel enough shame and worthless without your empty eyes.
Would it be so horrible to listen to me?
Could you put yourself aside for just a single moment?
I have gone on enough alone.
I just need your support.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.