my voice has grown tired screaming for attention my cries falling off what seems like deaf ears. I know you hear me. I know you're in there. I shake my fists at your face, wanting so badly to hit you, so that you might notice my display. I want to grab you by the shoulders and shake you senseless, then maybe you'd hear my plea. and I wouldn't feel so helpless If you'd stop and look at me. my voice has grown tired and quite horse and still you remain quiet so I wait and I wait some more and still; I don't hear a word. so I curl up on the floor and grieve everything I have heard.