Chorus
No one wonders, no one questions
No one asks for my intentions
They just...let me leave, which makes me think
If the world might just keep spinning...
Without me
Verse
I wonder if I left, would anyone miss me
Would somebody fail to move on
Would someone feel pain and wish I'd stayed
Would anyone cry if I was gone
Verse
I skip lunch, or get up from the table
I want to be with friends and once I am, want to leave
I come back from the bathroom with puffy eyes
I hide my secrets up my sleeves
Chorus
No one wonders, no one questions
No one asks for my intentions
They just...let me leave, which makes me think
If the world might just keep spinning...
Without me
Bridge
My empty soul smiles, but I'm slipping away
Everything in me just wants to let go
If I leave, I don't know if I'll be missed
But maybe it's better not to know...
Chorus
No one wonders, no one questions
No one asks for my intentions
They just...let me leave, which makes me think
If the world might just keep spinning...
Without me
Ending
Without me...
Without me...
Okay, so I wrote this as a song. (Please don't steal, but if you do write your own melody to it, I'd love to hear it!)
New edited version. ;)
Really long author confession time...
So, I sometimes struggle with thinking that I matter to people, and wonder why I shouldn't just...I dunno...leave, basically. I know a lot of people think the same way I do. Maybe you, the one reading this, feels that way sometimes. Don't you dare leave. I probably wouldn't know if you left, because out of the millions of people on Wattpad, I'm just one person. But there ARE people out there who know you and would miss you if you left. You're not alone. It's so, so hard to fight sometimes, and I know that more than a lot of people close to me know. But please, stay, and if not fight, just keep going. I'll find you and fight with, heck even fight for, you. That is something I can promise.
Stay strong, and remember that you matter. <3
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PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
