Problem

You can't survive alone unless someone hears you.

My biggest flaw is that I need to be heard.
When I finally let it go,
Listen.
When I start to rant,
Hear.
When my heart spills,
Feel.
When I let you in,
Understand.

I don't speak to be forgotten,
I speak to be understood.
I'm losing my mind,
With no one but myself.
I want to share,
But they don't care.


The truth is,
I'm just another voice,
That won't be heard.
When I let go,
No one listens.
When I begin to rant,
No one hears.
When it's my heart being spilled,
No one feels.
And when I let you in,
No one understands.

It's all a mess.

You'll never be what I am. You can never feel what I feel. You will never experience what I have experienced. So why? Why the need to be heard when it's not important to others?