I told myself I would never do it
I promised to be good
They don’t care what I cannot do
Or what I should
They won’t notice
It will all be okay
Sometimes I wonder if I should even stay
There’s a little hope I’m hanging onto
But do they really care?
It’s not my fault that I’m here
But life isn’t fair

We live with burdens
Made heavier by loss
And the sensation from what’s missing
Call pain those sensations —
Tingling or sharp stabs
Which it’s known
Without feel —never experience
Others don’t know what we feel