Some days, I think about how I could disappear.
Who would notice? Who would care?
I could slip away quietly in the night,
only to be found under a new name.
I promise that I'll forget you if you forget me.
But who's to say you haven't already
left me dangling?
Waiting for me to untie myself from you.
I'm on to different things. Destined things.
Hopefully less dreadful things. At least that's what I say.
But what I really want-
and what all of us need-
is an ending.