The voices I hear,

are the voices that surge deep down to rip open my silence

The voices I welcome,
are the voices that push in and pull out all tears that want to stay dry

The voices I listen to,
are the ones that know they are finally saying something,
they hope they are being heard although they know it doesn't matter

As long as I use my voice I know I am doing what I should
If no one hears me there is not much I can do

As long as I say something I know I am doing what I should
Being heard is not the same as being told


For your tears to leave you... are you afraid of being alone?
Do you want everything to cling onto you, for the sake of not being alone?
Are you prepared to keep your voice a secret, in the case of having something you want to say?

Are you afraid of finally being heard?