You ask me why I'm crying and if
something is wrong- when I don't
respond you remind me to do the
dishes and clean off the counters-
don't forget to sweep the floor, "yes
every inch matters," I mumble that
I yawned and zoned out before I
could listen and you roll your eyes
as you walk away- unaffected
but you're the cause of all of this
tension don't act like you can't tell.
I think I must belong in Hell
knowing all of the thoughts I allow
to slip in and out of my mind..

I'm so ready to say goodbye..