Words are wasted on those who do not listen. I, for one, would know. It’s countless person after person after person (and repeat again) who did not listen. Did not listen to my boundaries, my feelings, or even my thoughts that plagued my mind with sin. A certain sin that would remove all pain. A sin that would rip me from this world. From my dog, my grandparents, Hell, even the brother who wouldn’t care if it took me. I’m too depressed, too loud, or too lazy.

Those who do not listen aren’t worth repeating yourself for. If you know you’ll never be respected, don’t bother with listening to them, if it won’t be reciprocated. Though, that can be contradictory. If you know using your voice will save your life or another’s, speak. Shout it from the rooftops.

Don’t shy away, just because you were avidly not listened to in the past. You will find your people, God willing that you survive the war in your mind. You matter, even if you’ve felt as though you didn’t. Use your voice, and don’t let the repetiton of it let you lose the battle.

(suicide hotline : 998 - in america

please don’t lose the war in your head you are so loved I LOVE YOU)