it's funny
thinking that people will miss you when you leave
that when you're gone
someone will notice and care

i was gone
i was absent
no one noticed
no one cared

i should be used to it by now
but it still hurts every time

i tell myself that it's my choice:
i don't want to show anyone how messed up and broken i really am

but it was never my choice
because i would never choose to be left behind so many times