Last Call.

Tonight's the last call for boarding.
On that train to no where near here.

Take me home to a place where no one's ear's can hear..
And hide me from this place called planet existence.

Tonight's the night that I wonder, what would it be like..?
If I wasn't here..
If I might just disappear..

When I sit here and wonder, would you notice my quick dispersion..?
Am I fast enough, to come up with a clever diversion..?

What's happened to me is so out of control.
You're not here.. You can't seriously be..
You've left, and as of now, I don't see you coming on back.

Tonight's my last call..
Please.. Don't leave me. I know that nothing will probably stop me from being forgotten.
My hearts too beaten and bruised to be wanted.

Tonight's my last call..
At an attempt of quick desperation.
To reach out to you.

WILL YOU NOTICE ME?

Tonight's my last, and final call.
When will this all change? Can it?

If you see this.. please, don't just leave me. Don't just leave those that are like me. Those that feel alone, that are left alone, that feel like they have no where else to go, but open this door. This door of self denial, self failure, self harm. Don't let them get this far.. I do not claim to be in a worse stage of matter than some of them.. But I'm not strong enough to bet back up, to beat those odds.. My self-esteem is lower than ever. My ability to trust, broken. The thoughts of myself, black, dirtied and deceitful. I know that this could seriously be the end. And no one seems to care.
That my faith has fallen to pieces, and I am at the point where I don't want to pick it up. That I've thought about leaving, and never coming back. But not in a car, or on a train. Leaving this place, for good. The people who I seem to call my friends, are more my enemies, dragging me deeper into, what seems to be, depression. Some days, I don't want to get out of bed. I want to hide from the world. One I once thrived in. Now I'm left in the abyss called planet E.
So what has happened to me?
My hearts been ripped apart and burned to pieces. My soul, has been stolen, and locked away. I am unable to get myself back. Back to when it was all OK, or better than it is now. Those thoughts, of leaving this place, and knowing, that not many would notice, or care. Especially the one's who said they'd always be there.. Those images of how much better I would, can be. I've lost all of who I really am, and do you know, where I can find her again?

So now. This is my last call, for all.

WILL YOU NOTICE ME?