I lay here.
You don’t know that I’m awake.
Listening to you.
You don’t know that I’m dead.
Rotting from the inside out.
It won’t be long before you can see it.
See the pain and betrayal in my eyes.
The ones that you used to look into
and try to pull out what I was feeling
and wouldn’t tell you.
How many times have we sat there staring at each other…
And in the end we never did find what we were looking for.
I desperately wanted to trust you.
And I got replaced.
I don’t know what you wanted.
But I didn’t give it to you apparently…
Here in the dark I lay.
The constant migraine continues.
Every memory of you stampedes through my mind.
Stomping out reason and understanding.
Leaving a trail of broken promises and lies.
A ray of sunlight filters through the blinds on my window.
Edging me to get up.
Forcing me through another day.
But this time I cannot move.
I lay here.
Still and silent.
Thinking.
Waiting.
Carelessly wasting the little time I have left before I lose you.
Knowing that I cannot stop the drifting of our friendship
Or the path you decide to follow.
If you knew for certain that you were never going to see me again…
Would you have anything to say to me?