i listen;
to your excitement,
to your tears,
to your mindless theories,
to your laughter,
to your complaints,
to your anger,
i listen with my soul.
i listen,
although i'm breaking apart,
although my mind's too loud,
although my heart's in pieces,
although my strength's worn out.
i listen,
because, i know how it feels;
to not be heard.
because voices unheard become echoes of despair,
i listen,
through my own chaos,
through my own storms,
through the darkness that envelops my mind.
i listen,
because i care,
because your voice gives me hope,
that one day maybe, i'll be heard too.
YOU ARE READING
my 3 a.m. thoughts
Randomthere's nothing good here, i swear. this is just my maniac brain "braining".