Where are you?
It's a question that rolls off my tongue every waking moment that I'm alone
I beg for attention because I'm a lost puppy who needs a home
I pray for nothing to hurt me
Not a hair on my head
Yet I slash my sides anyways
Why am I begging you all to stay with me
When all I want is for you all to go away
I want you to live the lives I wanted to live
I want you to breathe the air I was longing to fill my lungs with
I want you to go out somewhere
And scream that you are here
And that I am not
I am a selfish little girl
With dried lungs and broken hips
Bound by my mind telling me to quit
Despite every eye that looked at me lovingly
I am quite practically already dead
Living only as a memory in an average mind
Because it has been so long since a single soul
Has made contact with my face to hold
~vivi
