“You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love.”
I’m up here.
Standing on the edge of everything.
Why can’t you hear me? On the ground,
I’m sure it’s like a whisper. But you
should be tuned to that sound.
You should see me, even in the dark.
Why can’t you find me? I’m a part of you.
You’re in front of me. You look but cannot see.
Perhaps I love more, than you do.
I’m still here.
Maybe it’s a question of where have you gone?
That’s why you just can’t see me.
Just a picture. Not a person. A fragment.
Funny. You were what I always wanted to be.
I can see your shell. But the life is gone.
You live in your phone. Alongside ‘Tinkerbell’.
You’re blind to me. Ignorant of the world outside
of bed. All you do is dwell.
I won’t be here forever.
You’re letting me pass. Letting make plans for
a new life. Pushing me over the edge of everything.
My feelings are irrelevant. And so is my will to stay.
You’re pushing me so hard. There’s no will to cling.
My role model. The man who was my rock.
He’s checking out of my world.
Fading like a ship passing in the night.
Seeing me, and not putting up a fight.
