Not Being Heard

Not Being Heard

Chandra83's picture



Little red dots
Cover the bed
Of a sweet young girl
Who is now dead

She had no one
To listen to her
And she was tired
Of not being heard

And now she's gone
When she should be here
Spending her days
With those who are dear.

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metalfoot's picture


Such a sad story.

And the two-stress lilt of the poetry just totally drives this home in an extremely matter-of-fact but emotionally devastating way.

Tim Fatchen's picture

Simple, short and poignant. You're good at these understated shrot lyrics (would work as slow sung with lots of space between lines) (another time I would have waved for possible collab but emotionally we're drained and messy at the moment. I'll come back and look at more)