LARain

"How are you?"
"I'm good, how are you?"

I miss the sound of your voice and I miss the days
When we would sit and laugh, how you'd call my name
I miss my life back then when you were in it
I miss the days when I'd call and you would give me a minute

I confirmed my existence by how fucking persistent
The mother fucking fridge is that resides in my kitchen
Don't ask me how it is
You know I'd be indifferent
If a car just crashed and my body was in it

I spend my days all alone in my room
Watch the ceiling fan turn with some thoughts of you
Put the lo-fi on while I pray for the rain
Everyday, another inch of my foot in the grave

"Stop, I said no
Leave me alone
Just go away
Don't bother with me anymore, alright?"
"Kyo, listen"
"Go away!"