I thought to understand you, the ones who are in pain
But alas I have an error that can not compute the strain
I have tried but it seems there is no room for them inside my muddled brain.
My ears they will not hear them
All the voices they echo aimlessly in vain.
My eyes will not see them the tears blurred in the white noise and the rain.
The stories of broken heart do not rip at me, but have begun to drive me quite insane.
I don't want to endure your saga in its piquing squall and minotonous refrain.
A reciprocating tale like the deafening hum of a night driven train.
Setting my mind adrift to wander at your words so grating and inane.
I am a void a white wall all filled up with revulsion, abination, enmity, disdain.
You plead vindication but the defense of your own destruction causes my resalution and its silenced sustain.
So move on from me I have given all, there is nothing left here for you to drain
There is no sympathy no open shoulder no compassionate understanding for to gain.