An Oncoming Collision With Earth

That light of life flickers in and out of my eyes.

Sometimes, I don't know

if I'm awake or asleep. And

I mean that metaphorically.

Life is tough. We all know that.

Sometimes, I don't wanna be here.

Not in life, I mean, but here. Where I am.

I drift in and out.

You're watching it happen.

But, for the first time, you don't feel helpless.

The watchers of me always run away.

Why haven't you?
I'm a feeble minded traveler.

I give up so abruptly, then find strength out of

a pin drop.

Save me?

Why do I even ask that?

Everyone has the same answer.

Everyone else is looking for an answer.

Not for me. For them.

I will forever be the third person, second place,

the after-thought, the sidekick,

the lost one...

Sometimes I'm sick of it.

Sometimes I'm just sick.

I don't ask you to save me, not out-right.

But I'm begging you to watch my eyes.

The lights flickering out of them more frequently.

I'm holding on with an ever loosening grip.

No, I'm not gonna yell if I fall.

I'm just gonna fall.

But before it gets there...

Will you notice?