I wonder what you would say
if you saw me at 2 am
when my weakness
reaches it's peak
would you look at me with sad eyes
or would you even look at me at all
would you try to figure out the
right words to say
or you may not even speak
I hope that you would comfort me
and let me hear your heart beat
as I lay across your chest
but
you might not even care at all
you might just look at me
with eyes full of pity
and ponder how I became
something
that I never used to be.
