I hate my world
TV on
Blaring noise
Blocking any chance
of communication
I wish you would turn it off
And talk to me
When its off
Its sleep time
Or work time
Never our time
So I sit here
In semi dark
In the stillness of
My kitchen/Harmony of
Crickets, clocks
And snores
Wishing for all the world
That I had someone
Here with me
Who actually likes my company
Fuck that makes me cry. I know your pain. This piece takes me to a plce i try to block out. extremely affecting congrates and very well written.