I don't really see the reason.
To be someone,
To be alive.
Would the world really be that different,
I keep on losing track of time,
Waking up in the middle of the night.
Sleeping through the day.
No one seems to notice though.
I often think about pepole,
How would they react,
If I was gone tomorrow?
Why I don't use the word friends?
Oh, I don't have any left.
I can't escape my own thoughts,
It plays with me as I play with it.
Draging me down to such low state,
I can't bear it.
I think I want to be alone,
No need to care for others anymore.
By the way,
I am using the smile you gave me still.