I Am Alive.

Each vein courses crimson,
My eyes flush blue.
My flesh still in tact,
But I can't lay a finger on you.

I am alive, my chest tells me so.
Each time I think I may not know.
But I feel as a corpse, battered and cold,
How can I be sure, that I am what I've been told?

I can't let you see me, with a spirit so grey.
Nobody can hear a single thing I say.
I am alive, smiling lips flush red,
But when I look in a mirror, I'm sick of being dead.

No one should love me, with a heart like this.
How can you touch me, with a skin so thick?
I am alone, to be who no one needs.
You shouldn't accept the thing that you see.