too loudly

The clock ticks softly, or maybe its the soft whirr of fan blades or thesubtle nuances of the television -

its almost midnight and the house is dark, finally after a full day of company. Sometimes you really can see enough of someone.

I am feeling suffocated by hurt lately, family members that were once so close are now distant and unable to look at me. I just want to know what I did wrong.

Night always speaks too loudly.