the middle
I speak just to realise no one is listening
That feeling hurts like when your parent ignores my good for my brothers bad that kind of feeling were you clearly got the least amount of christmas present but can't be rude so hold it in
Every year is just more tears
I give and give and give and they don't notice until i give up
I want to talk about but can't because i don't want them to solve my problems i don't want them to draw attention to me i just want then to listen
To sit there with me till late at night and listen to me talk as i sob in between sentences
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