the art of dying gracefully

I am dying to be heard. I cannot get the words out.
I am dying to be understood. I cannot get the right words out.
I am dying to be validated. I cannot get the right words out to express this need.
I am dying to be completely loved without breaking these walls down.


Without letting you in.
Without letting you know me.
Without giving you the right words which would help me be heard.


And understood.


And validated.


And loved.