This lack of human contact

Makes me want to stop breathing.

It sits like a lead weight in my stomach

Still and aching

To touch soft adolecent

Skin

Other than my own,

Get inside me and pluck my stomach out form with in

Just ot make the sickening feeling of

Rejection

Stop

Like the beating of my heart.

Kiss me

Before I crumble.

I am too shallow,

Domesticated,

To live without the assurance

Of another's want.

I need to feel something.

Anything.

Or else I might 

   Never

      Wake 

         Up