My String of Thoughts

Ongoing
Emotions loading
free floating
rather be falling
into a body of water.
Air stops flowing
body stops growing
reading and rowing
to be saved.
It was all a lie
never wanted to die
but all the times I cry
I wish you would care.
but you decided to leave
and let me grieve
a tear-sieve
is made.
I'm dead
dont need to be fed
my lids are made of lead
nothing left to be said
I hope this is read,
and maybe your tears will be shed.

Maybe you could care
that way I wouldn't anymore.