You just stand there again.
And rant on about
YOUR day and YOUR
problems and YOUR love
life and YOUR dreams
and YOUR obsessions when
you know I am silent now.

Lying on the bed now.
Dying now, Crying now.
Silent. Silent. Silent.
You should understand
my silence now.
Staring at the ceiling isn't listening.
Being vacant isn't listening.
Glaring out the window is not listening.
YOU even said it.
"Do you want to be alone."
Silence. Yes. Silence. No. Silence. Yes.

Why don't you understand my silence?
Why can't you understand alone?
Why can't you understand me?
Why don't you know my silence?
Why can't you just see?
The world is full of noises
And all I want to be
Is in silence right now.
No noise. Gold.
I am sick of hearing
So much noise.
I just want some silence.
Please.