You do not listen to me. No matter what I say, not when it's steeped in my own experiences nor when I try to prevent hurt.
I always hope and hope and hope that one day it'll change. This cycle of me talking and you dismissing it. No matter what escapes my lips be it nice or not you check out after a minute or two. And again rage grows under my breast and fill my lungs just as much as your cigarette smoke does. Both constrict me and make me unable to breathe properly, I cough my resentment alone so as not to be bothersome.

In silence or in screams you do not notice or listen to me. I question your attachment and if my words even where considered for a second before your actions.
No matter what I say or do it doesn't leave an impact. So why do I even bother ?

Being silent is the better alternative, ignoring you is the better alternative. Make you feel like you make me feel. Maybe you'll understand then.

I highly doubt it. I alternate between my silence or my screams. It looks like you don't hear anything either way.