I cannot speak too loudly.
I’m too weak and tired, too sick to raise my voice.
I’m ashamed that I still need you so.
Will you leave me if I make you angry?
Would you hurt me if you heard me?
Yet I also whisper because I have nothing more to prove.
Hear me or not. Believe me or not.
I will not beg you to listen anymore.
I am afraid, tired and lonely
But I continue to speak.
If only in a whisper.