you are the tickle running down my ear as i jolt awake in my bed in the middle of the night.
you are the cold shoulder i get as a laugh with a stranger whom i met on the street.
the sudden drop of rain landing upon my forehead.
the shiver that runs down my spine when i sit for too long.
the pain in my bones i feel; that is you, is it not?
the drops that flow from my eyes, even when i am happiest?
why me?
i feel everything that you can no longer feel.
the tears, the shiver, the cold, the waves, the uncomfortable essence, the pain, the sorrow, the screaming when i think that no one can hear.
you kill yourself, and then you try to kill me?
