Before I Disappear
What do you do When you can’t see yourself anymore?
You see yourself Drifting off further each day,
Barely living Through a day.
What do you do?
“Hang on,” they say,But the thread is too thin to hold, Too far away to reach.
“Hang on,”they say.
What will happen If I can’t hold on anymore?
What will happen If I’m never able to reach it?
Will I fade,Or will I finally land?
Silence feels heavy,Too heavy to carry alone.
But who will help?
Who will help me When my voice is this quiet? When even ICan’t understand my thoughts.
Who will hear me Before I finally disappear?
Will anyone notice?
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