Unspoken Word

I just wanna scream my emotions from the top of my lungs.
Maybe then they would be taken serious.
Is that why I yell?
To be understood?
Am I not speaking the same language as you?
Two different worlds.
Two different ways.
When you stopped including me in your world, thats when I knew.
You were done loving me.
But you didn't want to be the bad guy.
You didnt want to make your little one cry.
I wish you would have just told me when enough was enough.
Instead I drove myself crazy trying to make us work.
But you were working against me all along.
I wish we would have had that last argument where you say,
" Cant we make this work, I don't want to be with out you."
Cause thats what I want to say.
You were my plan.