Impaired

A symphony of sounds placates my head at night. You think the most you have to give is the least of your worries. I have not once recalled the moment you walked away from me, creating a silence so deep my soul cracked in a way no one can fix. Don’t think for once my survival was created by you. I am the reason I am here. I am the reason you are gone. Shoveling the words you spoke to me into the black hole of misery you swarmed me with. I do not seek the tragedy you spewed at me daily. You are the one traveling in the misery you shaped through the time we created on a planet that no longer travels the sun. In the hour you see me releasing the violent era we shared you will see, the one you created is no longer me.