The Toll.

I feel so alone in this room
I wonder if it will become my tomb
Don't they ever notice when I leave and don't come back?
Can't they see that it hurts me?
That that they are responsible for the scars they throw at me
No, cause no one will see
Everything matters but me
Isn't that what people see?
I care no longer, I wish I could live without
But that's not what it's about?
How would you know?
Do you even pay the toll?