Exchanged

You consistently tell me that you're here,
yet I'm always alone after every tear.
I'm not sure why things seem to be different now.
Every time I vent,
you just raise a brow.
These unspoken words,
have been multiplying into herds.
You think I'm depressed,
when really all I need to do is express;
every part of my stolen soul,
that has been left a mess.
Now sit with me,
take some time to see;
that this wont change,
unless words are exchanged.