Listen
Listen. Will you listen? I scream. No one listens. How do they see?
I've been breaking apart, Piece by piece. Do they see the cracks? Maybe they can’t see from all the intelligence they lack.
I’m the broken vase on the ground. The lost love you never found. The bitterness you feel when you've been betrayed. I am.
Strums of an angelic instrument fill the air. Used to bring me joy now brings me to a stone. Deteriorate.
The consequence that has been suffered is your own self pain. Self-pain that brings you real pain to keep you un-sane.
My fingers roll through my hair and breaths run deep. I won’t speak. Listen is all I scream.
My mind says yes and my lips say no. This house isn't a home.
Listen. Will you listen? They scream. I won’t listen. I won’t see.
I've been breaking apart, Piece by piece. Do they see the cracks? Maybe they can’t see from all the intelligence they lack.
I’m the broken vase on the ground. The lost love you never found. The bitterness you feel when you've been betrayed. I am.
Strums of an angelic instrument fill the air. Used to bring me joy now brings me to a stone. Deteriorate.
The consequence that has been suffered is your own self pain. Self-pain that brings you real pain to keep you un-sane.
My fingers roll through my hair and breaths run deep. I won’t speak. Listen is all I scream.
My mind says yes and my lips say no. This house isn't a home.
Listen. Will you listen? They scream. I won’t listen. I won’t see.