Do I really suffer?
You say I do,
But I have ceased to feel.
Your sheet of tears hides my face and distorts my view.
Do you think it
Sad
That you can feel
What I cannot?
I do not envy you
For I cannot envy
Anymore.
I am a
Living
Breathing
Shell of a person.
But I don't suffer.
For I know not how.
Do you wish to give me life?
Even if I could regain feeling
In my numb limbs,
Would I wish it?
You know I cannot answer that,
Yet still you wait in expectation.
It is known I cannot answer that,
Yet time freezes for me,
Waits with bated breath for my answer.
Your face glistens with tears
And your cursed curtain
Descends over my eyes.
I gulp back my own sobs
And give you my answer.
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