Ear To My Heart

I've been contemplating over the very existence of myself, and the demons I have created.
People can look at my mouth as I speak or move their eyes as they read.
But deep down they just don't understand my speech, perhaps because most things are created by hearts; but people never use their hearts to interpret what I have to say.
If someone where to lend me their ear; which I haven't found a person who would, at this time.
I would place their ear into my heart, to understand the silent cry that's muffled within my chest.
All my heart wants is to bled a little less, and shed some light into someone's life.
My priorities can't be someone else's, because that would make things too easy.
And people usually like to see the others struggle, for self benefit.
No, I'm the one cutting off my own oxygen, and pushing myself back. I've only remembered how to use my arms, not my feet.
It has been a while since I have consulted with my demons; they've wanted to see me from the very start of my life.
I guess, this is the result of a long time spent alone, and even perhaps longer time spent in the future.
You think you know what these words mean, every time they pass your ears or eyes, but you do not. For your brain never translates the way your heart does, but I haven't seen someone do that in a while.
Perhaps you think my opinion is wrong, but next time you have the time to incline, be sure to dust of the seat before you sit in it.