Don't Make A Sound

Endless nights;

Endless fights. 

I can't be alone, 

I don't want to go home. 

Don't have to listen, it's your choice, 

I just wanted to share my voice. 

My brain is bruised and fried, 

I'm racing the constant tide. 

Save myself;

I need some help. 

I need answers to find, 

I just can't hide. 

I don't seek attention, though I wish that were the case, 

I play off my illness because, I don't want to face. 

I act like I'm okay when I'm really not, 

My "fine" Is overrated and I don't want to talk. 

So I just sit there and pretend I'm in a world, 

That people could see right through me as a sad little girl. 

I don't want worry, I don't want pity, 

I just want to escape this dark city. 

You don't know what's in my head, 

So don't even try, listen instead. 

No, never mind, because I don't want to say, 

That my head is killing me each and every day. 

In a soft and beautiful place, 

I would love to talk about my problems without you being on my case. 

If I talk to you about how I feel, 

That means I'd love you to listen, I want to appeal. 

Now that I have the floor, please sit down. 

Talk to me, don't yell, don't make a sound.