When someone speaks to me,
they look at me and ask,
"Are you okay?" And, I say,
"Yes, I'm fine."
But, they didn't look into my eyes to see what was really there.
A tear falling down my cheek, without any despair.
As I sit here and wonder, "Who really cares?"
If I died today, would you care, or even a bear?
The one that I do know who cares, that one is God.
Hmm, maybe I should hit myself repeatedly with a rod.
No matter how hard that I try,
I just can't cry as much anymore.
I wish that I could cry.
Maybe it'll release some of this pain...
Maybe I can't cry, because I've gotten a little stronger?
Maybe it's so I can stay here for just a bit longer?
Maybe, it's my time to go, it might just make everybody happy?
Who knows.. Maybe, one day we all might find out.
If I were kidnapped, who'd really look?
Would anyone look, for the one who took?
The one who took the one that is missing?
Or, would everyone keep kissing,
and not notice the one that is missing?
Maybe I should go for a walk, for an hour or few.
Or, even five hours or six..
And not tell anyone where I'm going,
or what I'm gonna do.
Just to see if anyone starts searching, even for just a few.
I'm not sure of what else I should do.
Not knowing what to do, I sit here thinking and wondering.
If I should stay, or if I should go.
As of this moment, it feels as if no one cares.
I wish someone would listen;
and understand everything that I say.
But, I'm not sure if I have anyone.
Why should I stay?
