Wanting to disappear without wanting to die

In a bar full of laughter, I feel like a ghost,

a sip of my drink, my thoughts run the most.

Voices swirl around, but I’m lost in the din,

where I once felt alive, now just fading within.

The empty glass sits, a reflection of me,

a silhouette longing to vanish, to be free.

Yet not in that way, not the final goodbye,

just slipping away, letting silence apply.