You don’t know me so why should you care?

I’m dying by the way

cue the god damn empathy
insert it here
here
a little over there

it's been months of lying
on the underbelly of something so unknown
eyes shut, barely breathing
constantly,
constantly bleeding

I just want a name right now
that’s all
I want

it might be cancer or Parkinson’s
or even a heart slamming against a train
running bare
out of breath and scared
completely, devastatingly
beyond repair

sunspots are dancing in sleepless eyes
though not mine, not mine
because i'm dreaming of a better place
with music
and dancing at its slowest pace

hands turn, candles burn

a street across someone cries
defies
against a taller somebody,
a someone
her voice are cut throat in the muted night
and I can’t help but envy her fight

I wish I had some left in me

i mean i've been so, so sure
all my life that I had a problem
though rest assured that it was the only thing
that kept me away
from the land of ordinary a mile away
extraordinary is much too far

but i never dreamed that it couldn't be solved, -fixed.

i just want
to be
fixed.

and my god, playing patient sucks
when you get no answers, no cure
and all you can do is wait
grow numb and hate

but you don’t know me, do you?
so why should you care?

maybe because I’m dying but I’m not dead
and the flowers will be much appreciated.