Maybe.

Just, maybe.



On other things, I fell sick at work today. My temperature is 39 degrees. Does anyone care? No.
No one at home cares, they pretend I'm not there. I'm covered up in a thick blanket to protect myself from the cold. Does anyone care I'm freezing in my soul?
Best of all was my sister, 'Go to your own room, why are you here? You're sick, go back and sit in your own room!'

Shit, all I asked was someone to talk to. I'm sick, I'm needy, can't you see? I want all of you to care about me. Maybe I'll die from this disease, maybe I'll survive, maybe I will leave.
This place forever, where everyone will care.
People will enquire when I'm not there.
'Take your medicine, my lovely child'
But hell, not a word, not even an eye
My life is blocked by a concrete wall
Am I too ugly, for you to care at all?
Am I not Ana, a vision, a prodigy
And if I die, will you care about me?
Does it matter if I were pinned to the ground
Losing to a malady, screaming, but there's no sound
Do I have to crawl, grab the heels of your feet
I'm sick, I'm needy, a rotting piece of meat
Please care about me, or do I have to die
Maybe then you will cry, 'I should have cared! Oh shouldn't I!'


ooops got carried away and wrote a shitty poem.
bleh blah blue, my heart hurts now, literally, if anyone cares.

Labels: blah, sad, sickly talk