Awake Her

Should those who wish to sleep, be awake?

Awake

I lie awake

I lie in a twisted reality twisted by these words

These words are my only attachment to my thoughts I no longer think

These words are the only thing giving me sustainment

Without these words I'm another pile of thoughts waiting to be ended

Awake

You see me

You envision me in ways I would envision myself

Toned to a image

Without a choice your opinion is made

Awake, I embrace your thoughts of me

Awake,

your nefarious words haunt me

I endure

God, I endure

The most hurtful of feelings

Awake, not the ones of sorrow

The ones of regret

Or perhaps the ones of hate

Awake,

You see my hurt runs deep,

Building a cave inside the many aching holes in my soul

Uprooted to my eyes,

Bursting through my body, I feed them with tears

Awake, I lie unknown to the entire world

Yet to me I know them all not as individuals, but as a whole idea,

Humanity

It has always been quite strange that that's how life works for most

Awake, I twirl

I twirl through my despair

Laughing and crying with it

It breathes,

Through me

I breathe no more for myself,

But to these things

These things

These desperate things

Almost as desperate as me,

Awake

Awake, I live no more

Awake, my life is gone

Awake, these thoughts have won

Awake, I'm small to all

Awake, I want to vanish

Awake, no one cares

Awake, my world is ...

Author's Note

I really wanted the end of this poem to be abrupt and with the reader (you) to assume my final unfinished thought in the end. Imagine how I would have ended it. Finish it in the comments if you like.