If I disappeared off the face of the earth would you look for me
If I couldn't be reached for days would you even look
The sounds of silence you take offense
When the silent cries out but no one hears
You see a smirk on my face and think its trouble
But you don't know the pain it takes to half smile
You see the laughs I take but don't know how bad it hurts
You think you know how it feels but you have no idea
You think you can help but its not you its really me
Deep down I'm gone
But did you notice
Did you see the signs
Most are crying out
Did you notice did you care
Most bare the silence
Most face it alone
And at the end when its all done and to late
All the people flash before your eyes
Where are they at that exact moment
When your life was ending and they wasn't there
Where are they
But what are they going to face when your end
Becomes their greatest memories and fears
About the Creator
Sheena Ann
Someone who loved me told me to write what I feel ...so I do I write about what has happened since...it comes from the heart and he pushed me to where I am at. And for that Thank you
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