tune me in,
   break the walls in,
the ceiling down,
    cry out loud, louder

imaginary walls
    of paper thin
games in cellular realms
    are stronger, yet

Dark scenes are
  immune to the brightest
suns, cries of innocents
       the most often unheard.

Cry dearest loud
      write larger,
feel fully the pain
   remember it in Diaries.

Use this, as a foundation
    to build
upon pain a solution.

You feel expired
Like the milk in the fridge
It's got a lump or two
And the lettuce is fused
To the drawer
The garbage disposal makes a sound
Like it's grinding steel wire
It might be from that art project you did
When you tried to make a figurine
And got too tired
So you set it in the sink
To forget about it
But that's okay
Ramen noodles take a while to go bad
But those Cup 'O' Noodles
Get a bit crusty
After a few months
The dripping from the faucet
Doesn't really matter
Because the only reason for the bathroom
Is to empty your bladder
And sit
With your head in your hands
Before you head back to the bedroom
And wonder
What am I even doing?
Why does thinking hurt?
It's a lot of work
When your favorite color
Is grey