It’s the bits and pieces that I let you see
The parts of which fall from me
Like the ****** tears from the crying stone
Gathering around, but I’m still alone
Smiling and laughing as I die inside
Nothing to gain nothing to hide
Wishing that someone would just care
Seeing that no one is really there
Am I just a ghost or really here?
Not knowing the answer is my worst fear
You see me, you see through me
No acknowledgement no apathy
This is all that’s left of me…