You always seem so tired.
You always blame it on work,
average stress, 

the overwhelming possibility of a meaningless life.
I just can't help but feel it might be me.

"Just go away. I can't stand to be around you right now."

Right now,
or ever, 
because it's 
not like you've been around me
recently. 
No mentally, not physically.
Can't you just sit,
can't we just talk?

"There's nothing to say."

Maybe for you. 
But for me, 
there's so many words,
so many pleas,
they might just explode inside me.