You’re talking,
But I’m not listening
You’re talking,
But I don’t wanna listen.
Your tone of voice,
Its harshness makes me shake.
Your tone of voice,
It stings as it scrapes through my ears.
The words they crush,
They suffocate me.
The words they mush,
To the point I tune you out.
Why must you talk this way?
It’s to the point I don’t want to be around you.
Why can’t your voice be kind?
It’s all that I want from you.
I told you all that these wouldn't be happy... it's funny how creativity comes and goes. I hate when I feel so down, but then again I love it. It's the only time I can produce such heart felt words. It just flows from my brain down my arm to the tip of the pen. Any other time it's just forced and I can't produce anything. It's healing at the same time. Knowing that someone can relate. Knowing that I'm being heard. - Angel