Youngblood.

If Walls Could Talk.

"Some things are meant to be secret and not to be heard."

My friends are worried about me.
I haven't really talked to them since that day.
They don't understand what I'm feeling.
The only ones that know what I'm going through are my bedroom walls.
They listen to me cry.
They hear me screaming.
But they just listen. They don't judge.

After you ignored me I lost all hope.
Maybe it's time to let you go.
It's for the best.

My phone buzzes.
Your name appears in my screen.
I'm sorry, you say.
I don't say a word. I missed your voice.
I know I broke you, you tell me.
I can't talk. You hang up.