I feel like I am being suffocated.
Nobody has more than 30 seconds to hear what I have to say.
I drop everything and run to these people when they need me, but the reciprocation is just not the same.
I choke on these words that constantly flow through my brain.
By the time somebody stops long enough to hear me, I have shut away the pain.
I listen with open heart and give advice to those who ask.
I try to speak, but I feel like I am choking on glass.
I deal with it by shutting down and growing emptier every day.
My eyes will turn dark and their shimmer will fade away.
My words will eat my soul, and soon it will be lost.
I will sit here in silence becoming an empty shell, and when you come to speak to me you won't be able to tell.
I will answer with a smile and generously give advice, but I will never forget that when I needed you, you were as cold as ice.
Someday I will disappear and nobody will notice I have gone to live with these words in my own eternal hell.