I told you once, in a silent whisper
my wishes, my fears,

I told you of leaving to finally feel,
to finally not break again.

I told you that it wouldn't matter,
that no one would mind.

But I spoke so quietly,
And when you asked me to repeat myself,
I told you it didn't matter.

Now I have blood tracing down my skin,
and it really did matter.

But I was so quiet.