...notice me...
Do you ever really
really want someone to notice you're not okay,
but you're terrified if they do
because
you know you'll
just say, "No,
I'm fine,"
and push them away?
Why does
silence
not speak?
Why do people
not notice the silence
like I do?
Deaf to silence
And my roommates
said "where have you been?" and
I didn't know how to say
I had been sitting in
the middle of the street looking
at the stars and wondering why it was
that when I wanted a car to
kill me
the road was empty
Sometimes....
I get so passionate
about what I believe and
what I want to do and
I get so excited about
possibilities
that I forget
where I am.
Sometimes...
I get so passionate
that I forget what it
feels like to feel.
To feel anything but heat.
Until it leaves and
I realize my dreams are
just that: dreams
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