So here I am agian.

Another try.
Does it matter?
I like to think it does.
I know it won't.

So much hope.
So much faith.
So much will.

Forgotten.
Betrayed.
Thrown away for so much less.

Why do I even bother?
It's not as if he even tries anymore.
I just want him back.
I just want him home.

"No more"
I wish to say.
Yell at him. Yell to him.
Beg of him. Beg of them.
Make them understand my pain.

But I know I won't.
I know I'll stay quiet.

I know I'll pretend I didn't hear them screaming.
Yelling.
Cursing.

I'll pretend it's all a game.
That it doesn't embarrass me.
That it doesn't make me cry.

I'll pretend I matter.
That they care.
That they'd listen.