Quiet, because no one will listen

And when they do, they still don't hear

Quiet, always listening, so many problems

I couldn't list them; all could be fixed, with a listening ear

Quiet, because of suppression

Silenced, a form of oppression

"You don't talk much," "He's kind of weird"

How can one know so much, if they never come near?

Quiet, since nobody cares

Years of abuse, is why I'm "so easy to scare"

Maybe, if someone listened,

Then I might still be here

Dead, because why live a life, when you don't exist?

"He was so nice," "I had a feeling. . ."

They never knew me, but they might've known,

Had they seen my wrists

Or taken the time to ask, "How are you?"

And actually listen

Silent; dead men tell no tales

I wouldn't be dead, if they just listened