you're hiding.
but i can see you.
you don't know it
even though i'm standing
right in front of you
you won't know
until you wake up,
open your eyes.
why can't you look up from yourself and see me?
i'm right here...
no.
you'll never see me
i'll be gone by the time you realize it.
then what will you do?
feel sorry for yourself?
probably...
you'll go cry to all your so-called friends.
you think they care,
they probably just feel sorry for you.
and i won't care,
won't care at all.
because i'll be happy
without you.
it's funny
i don't feel sorry anymore
when i say i hate you.
maybe that makes me a bad person
oh well.
it makes me sick to look at you.
you used to be so beautiful.
i'll keep in touch...with dad.
maybe he'll tell you what's going on
when i go
to live.

~me

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