I'm here, below, where everyone sees me but I'm invisible, I know I won't be here long, I'm aware, but sometimes I want to scream for help, get out and never come back.
If I don't return, could I know what it is to live?
Would i know how to value all the beautiful things in life?
I guess not going back is not an option. I have to accept that I'm here and cry while it lasts.