Make Me Alive

As I turn the switch on the same lamp to light my writing
in the same room I wrote before and played games for hours,
I think of the bed made just for me by someone who cares
and wants to give me the best.
I look at the lost souls running. They don’t know where to,
but they are going faster than me. I want to be alive.
Make me alive.
When I remember five-week-old friends and how I forgot
to tell each one how much God love them,
When I see the deep tears of a heart scratched by a cat
that always seems so far away.
I am scared I might not like her if I were comforted everyday
by those lovely paws.
I feel so alone and so dead.
Make me alive.