Words are wasted on those who don’t listen. So I don’t speak. I don’t waste what nobody wants besides me. I don’t give what I need to hold onto. Every day gets more blurry, I’m fading away. It feels as if maybe I’m the one who doesn’t listen, because nobody wastes their words on me. I promise I want to be there for you, I just don’t want you to be there for me. Because I’m a waste.