Sometimes.

Occasionally, although more than I would like,
I think about leaving.
Vanishing...

There aren't too many who would notice,
or be sad for long.
If at all.

I've thought of so many ways to do it.
So many ways.

I've lost count,
Lost count of how many times,
How many different ways I've thought of.

Everything just gets to be too much.

But for some reason I'm still here...
There has to be a reason for it,
Right?

Maybe I'll stick around a little longer to see what that reason is.