WISHING TO DISAPPEAR

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.