Words are wasted on those who don’t listen I feel utterly alone Isolated, Like a shade I move through the house Effortlessly silent, But I’m screaming.

My clothes gently brush against my skin. Numb across my body I float I rub my arm and sigh It feels like days since I’ve spoken When no one listens you tend to stop.

I’ll wait till you notice something’s wrong Maybe you won’t Not until after I begin living in my own mind. And with a burning fire in my throat And solace from my sheets I gently weep in my room Alone.