Month: September 2018

Nobody hears me, no matter how loud i am. I feel like im trapped in a sound proof box on a busy street. Screaming for help but my voice gets engulfed by the obsorbing walls. Individuals locking their eyes onto mine but their ear drums are stuffed. This box i stand in has no cracks or holes for someone to hear my cries, so i spend my time listening to my own. The false echo of my voice rings as it bounces from the glass back to me. Reaching no one, having no meaning, pointless air leaving my lungs. I begin to stop. I Stop begging for someones hearing sense to slip through the box. I stop trying to make others comprehend the pain im experiencing in order to get their empathy. I stop searching for ways to ask for help. I stop gasping for oxygen in this stuffed box full of the words i used. I have just enough room to sit, the letters hugging all sides applying pressure. I have just enough air to tell myself- they cant hear and even if they could… they wouldn’t ever listen. Taking those 4 sound proof sides away wouldn’t change a thing. I can talk and talk but theres no ears willing to take it in. The box isn’t surrounding me, its locked in everyone but me. Meaning full sentences pushed out, i am left to read their lips and guess what they are saying while i sit in silence… plenty of air but no need to use any