I tried to tell you how I felt, You rolled your eyes and tightened your belt. I tried again,you gave a frustrated sigh, You fixed your tie and said goodbye. I sat on the bed and started to cry, Maybe he thinks it's all a lie. I think I'm having a relapse again, I can't cope with these scary thoughts, And torturous pain. I feel scared,lonely and don't have a friend, I can't carry on,this misery must end. I tried to tell you,it's driving me insane, It fell on deaf ears,and didn't register in your brain. Listening is a form of art, Listen well with an open heart. When you talk,you repeat what you know. But when you listen,you may just learn and grow.