WaLk AwAy. . .

At night i lay awake,
thinking should i die?
thinking would they notice?
thinking would they cry?

Would they think its good?
would they think its bad?
Would they even care?
would it make them sad?

Maybe they wont notice,
maybe they wont care?
Maybe they wont even see,
that i am no longer there?

they just look at me and leave,
they think I'm a such a disgrace!
They just look on the outside,
And want me out of this place!!

No one asks, if I'm fine,
if I'll ever be okay.
they just see my depressed face,
And leave and walk away!!