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.