I wish you had listened to me the first time. The first time something went wrong and I yelled.
You probably thought I was playing some sort of a prank. Well may be it was a prank or something less playful – only to get your attention. But now it’s not just that.
I feel like a roadside dog from your locality sometimes. Everyone knows I exist. You know I exist but you like most others don’t care.
Now I don’t want attention. I have now given up. On you, on us and on life. The doctor says I will be taken to the asylum tomorrow.
I don’t know if I will ever return. I don’t know if I want to. Why should I want to return?
Who wants a deaf music teacher?
I don’t want pity. I think death is more comforting. So I’ve made a choice.
Just wish you would have heard me then…