No breath-
I wish I could trust, I wish I could listen, and I wish you would listen. It shouldn't be a very hard decision but it is. I want you to see me. I want you to see how much I bleed for trust. The trust that is broken from the past from other people. It isn’t your fault you simply played your part even though it’s my heart. It remembers all the pain, all the blood and the flood spilling from my eyes. But you don't know that I want to be heard and I want to be noticed but I can’t talk. I'm on my own. My chest is locked like a voice forced to be silent by post trauma. I wish to truly call anyone my friend but no trust no friendship.