May 30, 2009
Someimes we don't hear each other
But mmost times we don't try.
We listen to the pain
And wish that it would die.

I look at you
And see you all
And think every one matters
Hearts big and small.

Maybe it means nothing
To say the words I feel
But just because you won't listen
Doesn't make it any less real.

I cry alone
And speak out loud
But my writing is your choice.
Chant it with the crowd
And speak with your true voice.

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