Words are wasted on those who don't listen, like seeds scattered on barren ground, never taking root, never blooming. They fall on deaf ears, echoing in the void, lost to the indifference of a closed mind. Better to speak to the wind, for it carries whispers to unseen corners, or to the stars, for they hold secrets in their silent light. Perhaps then, understanding might find a home where hearts are open and souls are willing to hear.i try telling you but all you do is continuously break me down with each moment my heart fractures further.