If I disappeared, would they notice?
If I swore, would they promise?
If I’m invisible, would they assume?
Just carry on talking like I’m not in the room
Sometimes I turn the water high
So I won’t hear them and they won’t hear me cry
I pour the hot water every time in the bath
I tried to take the pain away, but it’s not enough
I cry hoping the tears will run out
But it never does, I never shout
All there is to do is use the knife
What’s the purpose in this life?
If I haven’t found my purpose by now
I might as well take my final bow.


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