Stare (I Might Not Be Here)
Walk down the halls again
It's just another day
Boring,
Insignificant
Breathe in, breathe out...
Sigh
Head sunk low
Hands in pockets
I look pretty normal
Maybe a bit down
But certainly not depressed
So you walk on
Pretend you didn't see
That stare of longing
Grasping into your heart
Trying to get a hold
It told you that
Today
Is not any other day
It told you that
I'm drowning
My sorrow is crushing
It told you
Goodbye
I won't be here tomorrow
I won't be here again
Never to pass you
To stretch out my heart
And hope you will grab
Hold
Never again
To be ignored
I refuse to feel the pain
Of your
Absence
Of your silence
I will not be here tomorrow
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