You hear me scream and shout,
But do you know what it's about?
I want to ask if you care,
But do i even dare?
The answer sweet as candy or cold as snow.
Do I really want to know?
Can you even hear me?
Or do I just fall on deaf ears?
Just as i always have through the years.
That laugh you hear so frequently,
Is no less painful then choking on broken glass.
But alas.
I don't think I'll last.
My life some musical measure,
Meant to be admired,
Like my pain is some composer.
Do any of you realize the sounds you crave,
Are nothing but my life slipping through the cracks,
Of a society that has never cared more,
Then the meaning we put behind the words
"I'm Sorry"
If every utterance of that phrase,
Carried the same weight of an I love you.
We would be free.
And i would be saved.