Is it that you can’t tell by my voice that I’m upset or are you choosing to ignore it? Is it that you’re tired of me or have you gotten used to me always being there? I’m frustrated and I haven’t slept but can you even tell? You’re so caught up with everything else you forgot who was always there for you. I’m writing this in hopes to get this knife out of my heart, to untie the knot in my throat. But you won’t even read this will you? I guess it’s true “you always hurt the ones you love.”

Sincerely,
The Man With A Heavy Heart