Some days, I wish my voice could echo; somehow to be heard but I could never burden you with the things I said under my breath. It would only make it worse. You wear a mask so proudly as if it is a crime to cry. I apologize for no longer seeking perfection, my crippled heart already tried. If I told you I needed you, would that really make a change? You already look right through me while I\'m trapped in a fools game. The future that I once hoped for now seems so out of reach. Day by day, I\'m barely living. At night, I hardly sleep. Today, I wished my voice could echo. If only to be heard. I\'m tired of talking to the walls. They aren\'t good listeners.