What happened? Where did I go?
Something happened. Sometimes I think I know
Other times, I can't quite Place the moment. When did I loose me?
Let's stop and think a minute. When was I last seen?
Why did no one notice, I was slipping away.
I was slowly fading, With each passing day
Now I look in the mirror, And can't find words to say.
Who is the stranger there, Staring back at me?
How could no one notices, How could they not see?
That something wasn't right, I'm no longer me.
I hear titles like "survivor" I use to claim with pride
But none of it is true, I just clung tightly for The ride.
I wasn't tough or Triumphant, It's really just A lie.
I would of traded any day For that nice month long Hospital stay.
"nervous breakdown Is a weakness" ,at least So they say
To me it sounded like a vacation, But I couldn't find a way.
I didn't want to be strong, A fighter they'd admire.
Turning the other cheek, They didn't notice I was tired
Jealous, I feel, For That off button I can't find.
No luck there for me, Not even a single sign.
Those that are tiptoed around People watch what they say
Not knowing if it will tip the scales And how they'll react each day
So many times I would of Welcomed it. But no such luck had I.
Now there's a ghost in the mirror, No one notices That I died.
Was it a quick and painful Death, or did I gradually Slip away.
There was no funeral, No loved ones gathered No tears marked the day.
The people which I loved Didn't bat an eye,
There was no farewell, They didn't come and Say goodbye.
And so they never noticed, That I was gone, not Even a single sigh.
They don't even realize now, They are talking to a ghost
That what they see before them Is merely the residue Left by the host
It's easy for them not to know
You can't see a voice, It doesn't show.
They never came, tho they Knew the end was near
They thought it was okay, Because my voice they could hear.
Now they are haunted By the ghost on the phone.
"No time to talk" they say Wishing I'd leave them alone.
But my ghost keeps calling, Calling Out to them.
The family I loved,right up until, And even after The very end.
It whispers "I still love you" To remind them I once was.
And so they'll continue to Think I'm fine, Simply just because.
Won't they be surprised When the haunting stops.
They'll find out as I did 5 years ago, My heartbeat stopped.