Submissions by skwrites (Shreyans Kanswa)

I am trying to cry on my bed but am severely dehydrated
The dry tears are just below my eyes
I shout in a high-pitched voice for some water, only to be ignored
I wonder for a few seconds, “How wonderfully I lived?”
And then I think, “Where are all those people?”
When I could walk, I met them every day; It felt as if I was real
They would look me in the eye
I felt important, loved
Now I just see random people passing by in the hospital
I try to stare at them to find a known face
They think I am some creepy old guy
I can tell the time...