Me

Why must everyone talk to me . When I can not truly answer back. 

I feel more regret , than a boy who argued with his dad before he had a heart attack.

Your brain surges with moments you wish you had , While the pulse slows down 

I cry yet , no tears come to my eyes . They do not even bother to say hi.

Half the time I do not know how I feel or if I'm percieving things around me as real.

Hell me writing this poem is the only proof , That I feel.

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