....I sit here and listen, not speaking a word, just listening.
Listening to other people problems, worries, hopes, and dreams. I just
sit here and listen.
....When they are done talking about their problems they just leave.
They don't ask if I'm okay or about my problems. They just leave.
....They leave me wondering if they care if I live or die. They leave me
with a hole in me that keeps growing stronger and larger everyday.
....The hole is filled with anger. The kind of anger that can cause
madness. It hurts like fire, wanting to be let out. It hurts, Oh God it
hurts. Someone please help me.
....The anger dissolves into sadness. I want to cry. I feel all alone,
but I don't mind it as much as time goes on. Smiling seems an impossible
task to do. Happiness no longer exists.
....Then, I feel nothing, numbness. Darkness surrounds me, it encloses
me like a cocoon. I can't see or find the light. I'm so frightened. Why
won't anyone help me? Even as the darkness encloses me, no one notices.
I just sit here and listen not speaking a word, but who will listen to
me? No one will.