A face from childhood, a thousand days gone,
You’ve changed, nothing wrong—

You pass by me, bat an eye,
And it's as if I never longed.

You stand by me, I'm silent and can hear you now,
I've always thought our voices sounded near bound.

I'll slit my wrist, leave behind a scar;
Something drastic that you'd never see from afar.

Come close, hear my mumbles,
but you're too busy with your own frowns and grumbles.