No Sound

I hate it when she comes my way. I hate it when she speaks to me. I hate how it sounds. I hate is when she talks at all. I hate to see her smile when I don't feel a thing. If I'm feeling happy, she always ruins the mood. I hate to hear her silence, when I want to hear her voice. And when I need an answer, it further fuels my hate for her. I hate it when I need to talk, and there's no one there at all. But I hate it when I need some space, and she smothers all the room. I hate to see her cry, and seeking some attention. I won't comfort her. When she speaks, it makes me mad. I hate it when she looks at me. I hate it when she's there. I hate this awful life. I don't feel anything. I don't feel it. I hate it all, any time at all. I hate it. Some times I don't know what to feel. So I don't. I listen. I can hear. My mind has gone blind. I can't see. My mouth is deaf. I don't feel. ~Written in 2003 (Tuesday, 18th, March) when I was fourteen.