Please wake up.

My tongue bites the itty bitty

cold air that provides

a daiky intake of

oxygen.

Full of life and air.

Full of nothingness

and ugliness

and pettiness.

Falling is like a norm for me now

I fall either into your arms

or into the dark void

that is your heart.

You really aren't that good.

You aren't rich,

or handsome

or even tall.

You aren't anything I wanted.

You are just there and

there you will be.

Don't try again with me.

I stand against the hard brick wall.

The friost bites my teeth

as I have to smile at random

people who I don't even know.

Why do I have to smile?

Why can't I just ignore like a normal person would?

You obviously won't make a friend out of someone who asks you

"Which way is the shop?"

I can't with anyone right now.

I'm here but I'm asleep.

You won't and can't ever

wake me.

Please wake up.

Having a dance.

Walking, Running.

Breathing, looking.

I AM ALIVE.

ekawa.