You.

so unalive.. air is dead.. choking on it..cant reach out and touch.. touched me..didnt feel...lost between reality and my mind..cant reach..past your walls of uncaring..cant see..past the tears hidden in my eyes.. cant feel...past the mask of happinessdont want to..how do i... youre the cause of my painhow do you... im already losthow can i... i need you so badlyhow can you... you dont understandId die... but i dont think youd notice..only in my absence.. do i exist.. with a name.. with a purpose..only in my absence.. do you question my well being..isnt that a bit too late?always said your dreams would come trueunderstand that you no longer need me..to hold your hand through helldont worry.. my dreams will come toobut i wont be able to share them with a best friend like you..always said someone would come to love youeven though i already knew i did..dont worry.. someone will love me toobut i guess, it wont be youshhh.. im not listeningto myself anymore.ahh.. Im not so sure about posting this one, because many of my poems have italics in them that play a very important role..but I dont think italics work here(?).. so it may be confusing without them, but Im in a hurry and this was the poem I could find.most of the italics areas are after multiple periods(...) or every other sentence.. its the difference between a thought and words actually said. oh well. Written September 16th, 2001 © on Sep 16 2001 03:43 PM PST   18 • 0 • 1