I don't want to wake up. I feel like lying there, drowned in guilt, lifeless as a broken glass, never open my eyes and behold the eternal dark forever.
I will lie there till someone comes and treads over me, like I don't exist, till I become the ground itself and not buried underneath. Grass will send its roots through me and ants will make there colonies in my soil. And even when the raindrops will touch to wake me up, I won't move.
I will lie there till someone breaks me, like a promise, a vow of forever. The world will then come to realize that even unbreakable things could be broken. I will become those shattered shards having lost my only purpose. And even when some hands will try mending me to wake me up, I won't move.
I will lie there till someone erases me like a misdirected stroke, or an ugly mistake. I will become those dusty strands, and someone will blow me off to clear the space for new words. And even when the winds will caress me to wake me up, I won't move.
I will lie there till someone destroys me like an old, ruined building. With the machines having demolishing every last brick I was made up of, I will become a barren land, full of broken things. And even when a kid will come searching for his lost ball that had hit my grounds to wake me up, I won't move.
I will lie there till someone kills me, like a dream, that precious little wish born to change the world. Neither will I scream to be saved, nor beg to live in the bleakest corner of a pure heart. I will become that guilt, that weakness making him hate himself, for not trying hard enough to keep me alive. And even when his soul will scream and beg for me to wake up, I won't move!