Disappear
Sometimes I wish I could disappear.
I can't talk to anyone because they wouldn't understand.
They'd feel like the ones in my life were bad guys;
"But they're not, bad guys."
Sometimes I wish I could disappear.
But I often, openly question myself,
'Who would I be hurting more?'
Granted- we're all messed up and we all have our issues,
But I'm tired of the nights that I'm running out of tissues.
I'm running out of tears, hell at this point I think I'm losing years.
I Wish I could disappear...
Reevaluate the decisions of my life;
But I've gone through so much knowing half of it; I wouldn't do twice...
Just let me disappear.
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