u/FirstPersonOnTheMoon

I am crawling on the ground, the floor

Bruised and bloody, weary

Towards any moving thing, mistaken for something alive

I croak, as my lungs have long been flawed, ruined

I cry, though you are not looking me in the eyes

I cry, i croak, i crawl

I wake up in the mornings

To short breaths and a knot on my chest

For every waking minute

I ask for help, i-

I croak

And you look

And you smile

And you shake your head

So i croak, again

And i crawl

And i cry

Again

I croak

I croak, i croak, i croak

I creak, like an old door

The lock on me still in tact, long picked, but nobody ever walked in

Nobody ever bothered, i have windows from which you have already looked

I have windows for the stones you throw

In my room, on my carpet

Through the glass and my fragile skin

I crawl, there, as i cry and i croak

Collecting these rocks, as if they'd help

I wouldn't know, i can hear them move

And i can picture the light in my room

Coming through from the very same window you throw your rocks from

But there is no warmth

And there is no soul here

To help me, save me

From these stones

From these croaks, these cries

I choke on them

And crawl a little further

I choke

I crawl and cry and croak and choke

And then i die

On my rocks and on my carpet, i die.