If You Miss Me
it is dark.
i am alone.
a slight breeze chills a uncovered spot on my back.
It feels good though.
I am slightly drowsy, worn down from sadness
Tired from carrying around a heavy heart
full of anger?
or perhaps regret
or maybe even depression
but the one that is most familiar is frustration.
I realize how dangerously close i am to not caring.
Not caring what they think
Not caring if they care
Not caring if i'm not around anymore...
I want to disappear.
I want to be invisible.
I want to sink so far into the abyss of my own soul and stay there.
I want to cry...i just want to pour my heart out to some random stranger..but i cant.
I cant do anything, but sit here, and write this.
I cant do anything but fake the bliss
All i want is to be missed.