How it is the ones that say they know us best always are the blindest to what hurts us. They see but don’t know, get mad when they need to listen. When the lost cries go unheard because you never had the thought that they hide the thoughts of cutting and of death. We go along like everyone should keep their crap to themselves but yet when we need the ear we get mad when no one’s here. The lost soul cries out to be heard but never is even thought about. They go unseen because they are not important enough to talk to. We wonder why they don’t share what has affected them so much when they have truly have tried but you weren’t there.
December 9, 2011