As I stand in the middle of the street...lying on the cold, wet, black asphalt...I feel the rain falling on my face, my arms, my body...my clothes sticking to me as if I were drenched in my own blood...as I lie there, I wonder...Will anyone ever come? Will you ever come?...or will everyone always look down on me?...not notice I'm there....not comprehend my existence...all people ever care about is themselves...they are shallow...they are inconsiderate...and they take me for granted...and when I fall they never notice. They tell me to get back up and quit being so selfish....I lie there in the street...its dead...its silent...not a noise around...just the raindrops on the concrete...just my breathing...I'm waiting.....waiting...waiting for someone to notice...to notice me, what I do, who I am, why I'm here...but does anyone notice? does anyone care? of course not. One day I will fall and I wont be able to get back up. One day I will fall and it will be my last time. One day I will fall forever. Yet, no one will ever notice, they will never care...if only they would just take the time to look around, around that perfect world...that perfect life...they should see imperfection...no one is perfect...not me, not anyone...one can only be what you try to be...just be you...let other people be themselves, and don't judge them...that's all I ask of you...can you grant me this one wish?
