Mattering Most


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.




beautiful me




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