I Stopped

 
I used to sit and think
I should be safe with inertia
I was happy to wander as a cloud
To me lonilness was next to godliness
Peace and quiet was extacy
My personal drug of choice
There is a certain type of joy
In not having to communicate
Not having to speak to anyone
Especially someone like you
So I stopped

I closed my ears to all the shouting
Whilst trying to develop selective hearing
Hoping and longing to hear
You say something nice
Something caring, something loving
I’d talk to you in the hope
I could persuade you
To stop being a bastard
To stop being an asshole
But; you are what you are
So I stopped

Unfortunately, it seems
Not communicating with you
Apparently is still saying something
Albeit involuntary and silent
Shaking me by the shoulders
Changes absolutely nothing
Pinching or slapping me
Will not get you the response
That for some reason,
You think you are owed
You appear to believe
That being is a coma
Is no longer, a good excuse
So I stopped