Unheard Of

How long must I whisper in the wind?
These meaningless, soundless, useless,
words are always forgotten.
As if transparent they leave as they come
not noticing the one that's full of meaning.
Or the wakening truth

How many times will it take for you to hear me?
I could be screaming
Dying in front of you
But you would stare me down blankly
As if words never spilled from my mouth
And my blood fake like your love

Maybe I was to blind to see
right through you from the start
Or I fought not to see the truth
Lost in the idea of something going for me

If I could go back
Just know this would be all different
I would put myself first
Knowing you where such a wait of time
Knowing this was piontless

Coming back like never before
Not alone,
Not afraid of not being heard
From you.