I see them look at me like, "Frank, what could possibly be wrong?"
I look directly at them and say, "What do you mean?"
Gently I will smile, because it's what I taught myself
I really don't want them to worry about me
I don't want them thinking something is wrong
Even though we both know something was
And obviously it's still relevant inside
My breath takes a break
I attempt at dying
But I can't
Force myself
To
Leave