We go to school every day and see the friends we've made,

As time runs the marathon we begin moving on 

Youre18 now, responsabilities busting down yuor door

The ressure and loneliness maks you feel absent, a ghost.

You "friends" know no who you are, but the mask you make defines you

teh silent screams take residence in your head

No sleep, no laughter the dull and lingering pesence

you aren't the person you knew

Non knows, because no one seems to care.

After all, you are a ghosttht peopl only know by name

You yern to feel important b no one finds time for you

Still, every night you lie awake thinking

The silent screams take presidence in your head

Thoughts of suicide reigning the void of your heart.

I walk the halls every day

What is one less person?