Seen but Unheard
Seen but unheard
I’m standing in front of you trying to speak
I open my mouth and words flow out
I’m speaking from my heart, a cry of help.
I know it may not seem like I need it, but I do
I seem strong but, I’m far from it
I have become seen but unheard.
You stand there with your phone in your hand trying to show me your screen with memes, TikToks, and parts listings
But I simply don’t care since you have shown you don’t care about what I say
You stand there showing pictures of what you want your car to be.
But I simply don’t care as you interrupt when I say something.
Because you don’t care.
It’s all about you. Your wants. Your needs.
I wish you would listen and become aware that I am drowning in tears
Instead I’m called bitchy and irritating
You see me but I am unheard and some times I even question if you do SEE me
Being someone who is a survivor of trauma it’s no wonder I know how to keep myself together but for once I wish I was seen AND heard.
I tell you I wish you would spend a fraction of attention on me as you do your phone and car.
But it goes in one ear and out the other.
You brush me off.
Stand me up.
And stay in the other room.
You talk about cars
You talk about phones
You talk about video games
You talk about everything
But you don’t talk with me, you talk at me
As I scream pay attention to me...
When was the last time you asked if I was ok?
When was the last time you touched me but not with the intention to fuck me?
When was the last time you truly LISTENED to what I had to say. To what I was feeling?
When was the last time you planned a date?
When was the last time you were actively present with me?
Because I don’t remember...
Seen but unheard
Seen but not understood
Seen but not seen
Just remember...
You used to see me
You used to listen
You used to understand
You used to see me and hear what I had to say
You used to put in effort
You used to try to make me smile
Maybe you have changed your mind
Maybe you don’t want to listen
Maybe you don’t want to see
Maybe you don’t want to understand
Maybe... you don’t want to be here or with me
I just hope that you hear me one last time when I say I may not be here if you don’t try...
I’m drowning and screaming
I’m being swept away by the current
The rip tide is throwing me down to the rocky ground
I’m trying to stay above the salty grave that I’m being pounded into
But I’m tired
Barely left with only a whisper
Do you hear me...?
I’m standing in front of you trying to speak
I open my mouth and words flow out
I’m speaking from my heart, a cry of help.
I know it may not seem like I need it, but I do
I seem strong but, I’m far from it
I have become seen but unheard.
You stand there with your phone in your hand trying to show me your screen with memes, TikToks, and parts listings
But I simply don’t care since you have shown you don’t care about what I say
You stand there showing pictures of what you want your car to be.
But I simply don’t care as you interrupt when I say something.
Because you don’t care.
It’s all about you. Your wants. Your needs.
I wish you would listen and become aware that I am drowning in tears
Instead I’m called bitchy and irritating
You see me but I am unheard and some times I even question if you do SEE me
Being someone who is a survivor of trauma it’s no wonder I know how to keep myself together but for once I wish I was seen AND heard.
I tell you I wish you would spend a fraction of attention on me as you do your phone and car.
But it goes in one ear and out the other.
You brush me off.
Stand me up.
And stay in the other room.
You talk about cars
You talk about phones
You talk about video games
You talk about everything
But you don’t talk with me, you talk at me
As I scream pay attention to me...
When was the last time you asked if I was ok?
When was the last time you touched me but not with the intention to fuck me?
When was the last time you truly LISTENED to what I had to say. To what I was feeling?
When was the last time you planned a date?
When was the last time you were actively present with me?
Because I don’t remember...
Seen but unheard
Seen but not understood
Seen but not seen
Just remember...
You used to see me
You used to listen
You used to understand
You used to see me and hear what I had to say
You used to put in effort
You used to try to make me smile
Maybe you have changed your mind
Maybe you don’t want to listen
Maybe you don’t want to see
Maybe you don’t want to understand
Maybe... you don’t want to be here or with me
I just hope that you hear me one last time when I say I may not be here if you don’t try...
I’m drowning and screaming
I’m being swept away by the current
The rip tide is throwing me down to the rocky ground
I’m trying to stay above the salty grave that I’m being pounded into
But I’m tired
Barely left with only a whisper
Do you hear me...?