I know I walk alone,
Down these empty halls,
To go cry in the bathroom stall,
People walk towards my way,
But they never see me any day,
I exist, I promise.
Look at me,
I'm standing here can't you see,
I know that I am shy,
But know that I have feelings and I do cry,
My soul is tired each and every day,
Would it truly kill anyone to simply say "hey,"
I exist, I promise.
When people like me die,
That is finally when everyone else cries,
"How they'll be missed" they say,
"She was always a great person, I loved to see her everyday,"
That is when I'll exist,
Once one is gone that's when they're missed,
But until then You live unnoticed,
And then die at your lowest,
Ironically existence comes with death,
And death is when you and your demons can't handle coexistence,
So again I'll say,
I exist, I promise.
