No one will hear your words,
until you're already a mess.
No one will see you are spoken,
until your final words are broken.
No one will be afraid to lose you
until the day you stop showing up.
No one will notice your void,
until they can no longer find your voice.
There will be such a silence in the air.
There will be so many regrets wrestling the wind.
There will be a freezing of the rain,
when they are left living with your pain.