And now I'm out of a home
Do you realise what you're driving me towards?
I know I'm not good at anything but for you to not notice where I am, I must be good at hiding it
Or you just don't care
At this point, I'm too tired
I'm tired of putting effort into life and not getting even a little, or any, in return
At this point I don't even think you'll notice when I'm gone
After all you didn't see me struggle, you won't see me missing
But how will I know? I'll be dead



