Friday, March 16, 2012

16th of March

Words of blame being thrown at each other.
Some words that hit way way deep, and painful.
I hate the voice. I hate the tone. I'm getting confused thinking it's someone else. Same scene happening again and again.
I hang up tired and drained, though I heard mostly, absorbed mostly. And I voice none of what's inside my head, the rest is partially heard but not listened to.
Like a drop of ink in pure water, ruins it for good. I guess that's what we'd become now.
Nothing more say.

1 comment:

  1. Aw, I hope things get better. I honestly do. i think you should sit down and make yourself heard1

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