Whisper?...

Every night, with every tear, you pound your fist into that wall,
Making sure we all know, about every sob and sigh.
You scribble your name and cross it out a thousand times over,
But the crossing only comes after its been seen at least once.  
With your music at maximum, your screams merge into theirs,
They scream for the feeling, You scream for the fame.
You shout at me whilst standing with the spotlights on your scars,
‘No one is to know about this, no one at all’.
Maybe if you whispered, It would pull on the strings your intending it to?
If I didn’t know you any better, I’d say this was a cry for help,
Sadly its just you crying for attention
Maybe their just the same thing?
You like to play roulette with their feelings,
I’d say Russian roulette, but we all know theres no chance of you dying.
You keep them on that cliff, hanging,
Hanging on your every whim.
Did you ever hear of the boy who cried wolf?