1-26-16 (I'm not going to list my days clean. I'm in a better state than when I started doing this and I hate that the days matter so much)
You're always asleep,
Not quite awake enough to acknowledge my existence.
It seems that when you finally awake,
And make my heart skip two beats,
You down more of those damn pills
Just to drift off again.

And I've had it.
You don't want to believe I'm real
Because if I'm real,
Some part of me is human.
And if I'm human,
I feel.
And you know all I'll feel is hurt when you tell me you never loved me.

Well, here,
Take my heart,
Rip it the hell out of my chest
And keep it.
Maybe the sound of me screaming will wake you up.

Maybe.
- (m.m)