27 September 2012
My silence is just another word for my pain. It reaches out to whoever will listen. So why is it that no one bothers? I don’t expect my mind to be read, that is something that would drive a normal person insane. I just want someone to maybe notice the scars, cuts and bandages that are covering my body. I want you to ask more than once, to push me to tell you. I want someone to care enough to break down my wall of isolation, and take the damn time to ask me “what the hell is wrong?” Is that so hard; to really care about someone? Are humans so insensitive that they are incapable of truly caring about what someone else is going through?