Prompt:
:: Thirst ::
I thirst for the throb of my heart in my chest.
I desire, so strongly desire
To understand emotions and what they mean again.
I thirst for my own name,
And not 'Nobody'.
I'm desperate for help.
From somebody, anybody.
I thirst to feel alive.
Because I'm dead on the inside.
And I want to feel the tears when I cry.
I thirst to be able to scream.
To scream, and scream, with meaning.
And I'd give anything to smile
Not the crooked, broken curve that I have now.
I thirst for the weight to arise from my shoulders.
And I thirst for pain that I cannot feel.
I thirst to not be a destroyed soul; a nothing.
And, most of all,
I thirst to be real.
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This drabble-prompt is about how the Nobodies thirst for the things they don't have anymore. Dur X3