Sometimes they don’t sound all pretty and poetic, strung together and edited over and over again. Sometimes they’re ugly. Sometimes they’re said in choppy sentences, or screamed and cried and blubbered like a baby until they don’t even seem to make sense anymore. And those are the words that mean the most: the words that others can hardly make out over our gasping cries. More than anything, we need someone to listen to these words, but not just anyone can get close enough to hear them.