At home and alone
that's where I want to be
I miss the solitude of silence
but as I lay here in bed
I hear her.
her words seem to fly from nowhere
and enters my bedroom...
unwelcome...
i turn to my side
hoping i can block the sound
but still i hear her
her words are like knives,
stabbing me,
taking the life out of me...
slowly..
she's talking to no one
but she's talking about me...
maybe 'bout someone else too
but most likely me....
this goes on each day
...for all my life i guess...
she's doomed me forever...
but i love her, my tormentor..
she gave me my bittersweet life,
and my gratitude goes on and on...
on and on and on and on and......
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