FicWad

Are you there?
I can’t see you.
I can’t hear you.
I feel alone.

You left, didn’t you? And I’m alone. I’m alone right now.
All alone.
Alone

I hear the pitter patter of feet. Is that you?
Have you come back for me?
They fade. I’m alone again.

I don’t know where I am.
I’m scared.
It’s cold where I am.
Inside and out.

I’m shivering.
I can’t breathe without you.
Without your arms around me.
Come back to me.
Make me whole again.

I don’t like this game anymore.
I want to open my eyes.
I want you to be here.

“Help,” I cry.
I feel arms around me.
Is that you?
Have you come back?

I take a big breath.
I can breathe.
I can smell you.
You’re back.

I feel warm now.
Inside and out.
Look what you do to me.
“Ryan,” I hear your voice, “Wake up.”

But I can’t.
You sound so urgent.
But I can’t.
I wish I could.

“Ryan, wake up!” you shake my shoulders back and forth.
I feel my senses fading.
I feel cold again.
Inside and out.

“I can’t,” my voice sounds weak to my ears.
You hold me closer.
I like this better.
Don’t ever let me go.

“Yes you can! Don’t die on me!”
Die.
Dying.
Is that what’s happening?

“I don’t want to die.”
“Then don’t die!”
“I can’t wake up.”
“Yes you can!”

“Hold me. Hold me closer.”
My voice is fading. I’m fading. I feel it.
You pull me closer.
I can feel your heartbeat against my chest.
I feel warm wetness hit my torso.

I want to move my arms.
I want to touch you.
I want to feel you.
I want to let you know that I don’t want to die.

But I can’t.
I get colder.
Inside and out.
I’m sorry.

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A/N: Just a one shot, poetry kinda thing. I don't know. I'm hungover. Take this with a grain of salt. But do review if you like it. :P