No more talking

I'm done.
Talking that is.
What's the point really?
You're just going to sit there and stare, give an occasional nod
But are you listening?
No

I speak but you don't hear me
walking away, though telling me you care
I'm done
Talking.

Every time I try to say what I feel
what's on my mind,
why I get upset,
why I feel angry
why I feel lonely (at times)
meaningless to you
empty and hollow my voice
The echos linger for only me to follow
What's the point of that?
I already know what I've said.
That's why I'm done.

Shh.