Sometimes I like to pretend that I don't exist.
I like to look up at the stars and ignore them.
I like to listen to the silence for fun.
I pretend I don't exist because practice makes perfect,
So I just keep practicing
And practicing so one day I can just stop.
Stop acting.
Stop worrying.
Stop pretending.
Sometimes I like to pretend that I don't exist,
Because that means my problems don't exist,
And there is no one waiting for me.
Like I'm floating deeper into oblivion.
But then my silence is broken
And I am alive again and reminded that someone depends on me
And I can't leave just yet.
Like its inconvenient for someone else that I leave right now.
But practice makes perfect
And I can't stop practicing.
I like to pretend that I don't exist
Because it gives me hope that someday
I won't.