I wish I could love you
The way you love me.
You look directly through
As if I'm a ghost to you.

This anxiety cuts deeply,
But you don't seem to notice.
My shadow's disappearing,
And you're not even caring.

I'm breaking down,
And I'm not sure if can get up.
It's not like in the past
When I knew it wouldn't last.

The end's coming soon,
But I still don't matter.
I'd rather be dying
Than to keep on crying.

I attempt to grasp your hand.
Instead, mine slips right through.
Perhaps this is a better end
Rather than trying to live and pretend.