If I were to disappear,
This world would never know it.

If I were to dissipate,
No heart would ever shou it.

If I were to eveporate,
I would leave no trace.

If I were to vaporize,
There would be no weeping eyes.

If I were to spontaneously combust,
All they'd notice is a pile of dust.

If I were to be erased,
This may be a better place.

So, why am I still near,
Clinging to all that I hold dear?

If my existance is so weak,
Why don't I just wither in this heat?

A flower grown on poison and lies,
Will surely be the first to die.

So why do I stay in such a place,
I suppose it's hope for a brighter day.



I'm about to just pack up and leave this place. It holds too many memories for me. yes, there are many good memories, but there are also so many bad memories and feelings attached to this place that are dragging me down to the pits of hell and insanity. I'm not sure I can stay here much longer. I've also been losing the few things I live for. heh, $10 says no one actually reads this thing. no surprise there. and if someone actually does, the chances of a response are slim to none with a slight chance of a response from two people.

Oh, and sorry if you thing I seem "melodramatic" or "emo" but one should not judge by covers and preconceptions.