Whims

(A)live/d

I'm literally telling all of you that I feel like I'm dying.

But suddenly all of you become deaf and blind.

And yet you could see and hear all of my mistakes and shits.

Eyes wide open while yelling at me.

I'm asking, calling for help.

No one would care.

And if I die, committed.

Would it be my fault?

Or yours?

Would you ask why did I do it?

Or where did you lack?

Then start crying thinking what we should have been doing if I'm still around.

When you don't give a fuck when I'm alive,

and actually drowning..

Reaching you all out.

But you have all hidden your hands on your pockets.

I mean, if you don't feel responsible when I'm alive?

Why are you crying at my funeral?

Would you not choose to save me than see me lying here not moving even an inch?