a poem called not.
can't you see my hands shaking?
can't you see my head pounding?
can't you hear my breath shutter?
can't you hear my dizzy footsteps?
somewhere, in the back of my mind, i believe that a
hug from a true love that i
haven't actually met will make this
sickness of the mind
go away. but i am not that lucky
because i don't actually know who
and even if i did
he wouldn't be here
but i am fine.
there is no reason for
the silent tears i am not crying
don't you remember calling yourself