Bob's Bath Supply

I am bored, and you are tiring,
infested in seats near those I love,
I hold nothing but undying anguish at your persistence,
With which you drive me nuts,
The stars burn from their apex amongst the dying moon,
And how I wish you were there burning……
alive,
I strive and yet you question,
I disappear and you still barter with your own inability,
that i’m trying to live a life free,
of words that only hamper,
and voices of my childhood depressed, in
parts of my mind,

And what is wrong with me,
Just trying to live my life,
Normally.