Run your thumbs along my veins.
Check and see if this heart is still beating
Because I don’t know anymore.
It’s been day since I last drew breath.
It’s been weeks since I last saw myself move.
It’s been months since I felt anything along this dead skin.
So you tell me.
You tell me.
Because yours is the only measuring stick I trust right now.
The only ruler that I can see.
Please.
You tell me.
Because I’m falling apart
At least I think.
And I don’t know what to do anymore.
I’m out of options and gold moments of faking it.
So please,
Please,
Run your finger along this vein and tell me if I’m still alive.
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