Could you hear those shattering voices in our conversations,
You were my everything when my everything shouldn't have been you.
Those words were broken and shattered yet, so beautiful
Could you hear those storms raging in me between the peace
Could you hear my voice in the silence,
see my calm, amidst violence?
And all of a sudden, none of the love songs, held a meaning,
the lyrics didn't touch my heart.
All of a sudden, it felt like noise, like someone was screaming..could you hear it too?
The pain, they don't understand,
the suffering, they can't stand.
The ache in my heart
almost broke me apart
could you hear it?
My soul's troubled by turmoils of passion
Like a boat tossed by gales on an ocean.,
The lump in my throat,
from controlling the tears, which in the mere paper I would let float
because I'm tired of wondering could you hear it?
So I'd write with a pen in my hand how broken the world has made me
where only materialism the fake beauty is seen,
There isn't anything left for me
hence my diary which listens to my story-
confused.
heartbroken.
ignored.
because you were too busy to hear it.
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