If you listen close you can hear me silently weeping.
If you listen to my voice change over the years, you can hear how sad and quiet I've become.
If you listen to me sing you can hear all the pain I've held onto and can't let go of, try and release itself.
If you listen to my breathing you can hear me struggling and wishing to stop.
If you listen hard enough, you can hear the storm that's been raging on for far too long.
If you would just listen, I might be okay.
