
I'm A Diabetic
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Angst - Words: 364 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-11-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2375180
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Stuck
in a place, where words can't reach me
I reach out, but I can't
reach you
I know I'm breathing, but is this really living?
I
can hear the clock ticking to the beat of my heart
But is this
really living?
Enigmas pass me by, not even shadows on the
wall
Will befriend me right now
You couldn't say I'm down, I'm
not depressed, not blue
I'm certainly not happy, mind you
Just a little unwell
Even if the sun dips behind the sea,
and
Darkness coats the land, I can't help but ask
Is this
really living?
Accomplish nothing and earn a living
But you're
not really living at all
I can watch you party, I've seen how
you danced
I've even seen you in times without your pants
You
have a pulse, you're still breathing
But I beg to differ on your
definition of living
When I finally break free of this
prison
Turn the key and leave my cell behind
I'll be happy to
teach you the meaning of it all
This world is far too bright
and angry
Alarms blaring like we're at war
Even though it's
just some kids skating next store
Far too dank and dismal for
my tastes
The radio stinks of death and suicide
Sorry, but all
operators are too busy to answer to your call.
But maybe I'm
too contradicting
Why should I care how others live?
I'm safe
here in my little bubble
Death leaves me unscathed, save
For
those who somehow get their
Dirty hands inside my chest and
Leave
me gasping for dirty air
From polluted skies
Airwaves being
interrupted by supersonic sounds
This is only a test
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
But forgive me for being blatant
I
didn't mean to offend
Last thing I want to do at the
End of my
days is fight
However, if you could do me a favor
Pick up
the phone
Dial my wife's cell
And if I happen to be gone
By
the time she answers the call
Tell her I said "Hello."
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