No matter how loud the scream, No matter how painful, No matter how achingly sorrowful, Not a soul hears my wounded cries I continue screaming into the void
It may feel like your voice isn't being heard, like you as an individual don't matter in the scope of the world. Just know this. You do matter as a person, and your voice matters. You being here does make a difference in the world.
Within a broken mind, The shrill cries of cicadas echo Against crumbling ivory bone The cicadas keep crooning, Even in the desolate spaces Where only silence exists Can you hear them?
Most of all, I want to hear That in the end, Pursuing love is worth it