Scribbles Of The Insane pt. 2

i need everything immediately,

while the mood is still here.

while i'm boarder lining here and there. 

nobody's listening.

i call,

i sing, 

i dance;

alone.

nobody's listening.

i speak heavy words to a rubber ear,

scribbling my insanity as sanely as possible.

while i'm still here,

nobody's listening.

they all abandoned me,

betrayed me,

out in the open;

for me to see. 

nobody's listening.

they knew i'd see.

they didn't care.

some friends, huh?

i feel alone for i am alone.

in a cold room with a small blue screen,

red silk sheets.

nobody's listening.

bruising and tearing my body.

nobody's listening.

whispers,

words, 

yells,

shouts.

all triggers point to hurt.

HURT.

hurt me,

nobody' listening.

preoccupied with their stupid, pointless s**t that will come to nothing.

And.

Nobody's.

Listening.