I'm talking to myself.

I can feel it,

Can sense the lack of people listening,

The expanse of white noise,

Save for my lone ramblings.

Is anyone there?

Can you hear me?

Am I just a voice in my own head,

All alone, by myself,

Waiting for dead?

Someone please listen!

Please hear my lone cries!

Can't you hear my desperation,

Sense the edge to my voice,

Made raw by tension?

Maybe it's too late.

Maybe I should just give up.

I'm just a lost cause,

Small and insignificant,

Speared by your claws.

But really, does it matter?

Are you even listening?

Or am I still just talking to myself?