Can You Hear Me When I Cry Out Loud?

“Being alone never felt right; sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.” I whispered. "Then maybe I can help you!" he shrieked. "No..." my voice came out hoarse and cold. "No one can save me from this misery…" I choked out the words as I struggled not to cry…
"Did you hear me when I begged for life's mercy?" I asked in a cold whisper, my voice like a ghost of something that used to be a voice of a fighter... "What? When?" he said quickly "what do you mean?" He gave me a strange look.
"when my head screams for help but my lips make no sound. I look weak but I know I have the strength and anger to tear down a building brick by brick. I smile a lot but my eyes have cried the most tears. When I am searching for someone to tell me there is hope but I stay walking in plain empty deserts. Did you ever hear when my silence got too loud? Did you?"
I knew right then that I exaggerated a lot but I didn't care, there was only one thought shooting through my brain, like a small silver bullet effortlessly going through a suicider's skull "Can you hear me when I cry out loud?"...