What would it be like,
If I was never born?
Friends, I would have never met?
Memories, I would have never made?
Loneliness, I would have never felt?
Death, never as an illusion?
Would there be any point to be alive,
When all I ever wanted was to be loved?
Wishing to disappear from this planet,
Hoping, I would never feel this broken.
Oh, but the promises I made.
The promises I chose to hold dearly.
The promises I made to the people I respect,
For they gave me a reason to live.
No matter how hard life seems to be on me.
The people I respect no matter what,
For they earned it with dignity and grace.
Oh, how I wish I was them.
But wishing to leave this world behind,
Seems much easier to run away than to stay and fight for my life.
What should I do?
Should I stay or start to pack?
Cause guilt is killing me on the inside.
Wishing to disappear,
Can only be a wish.
As much as I want it to be true.