You can sit here and watch me cry knowing dying is slowly creeping into my mind. Over and over you tell me that it will be okay, but day after day the hole in the ground keeps digging itself deeper. There's nothing you can do and the people won't be around forever, but my heart is here on my sleeve dripping silently. Goodbye for the day and I will see you tomorrow only becomes a slow fading voice, and a face you will never see again.