As Long As You Whisper..

One.
I was alone. And it didn't matter what I did or what I didn't do, they were not here. I was alone, no matter what.

Two.
It was like I couldn't appreciate myself. And it made me feel so god damn small.

Three.
I miss everything.
I miss not being missed.
I miss it all.

I was sitting here, accompanied by my sadness.
I just want to cry into a pair of shoulders that will hold my tears.
They don't see my pain, the pain that I hide so well, is there an Oscar waiting for me because I'm so good at acting as though everything is fine.

Only the screams are lodged in my throat. And I wish that I could let it all out.
But if I scream silently, does that mean that no one hears them and that my screams don't count?

I did a terrible mistake. I was a smoke monster. I wrote sins, I wrote tragedies.
I wished tears fix this. And they did. That means.. I did.

As long as you whisper..
Or however that shit goes..

I can heal the pains.