I'm sitting here invisibly,

and I know it's not the same.

It really shouldn't be this way,

not since the day you came.

The teacher never looks at you

with eyes full of worry.

No one ever leaves you behind,

or walks by in a hurry.

You are my best friend,

but you never try to speak.

Now you're never in the room,

no matter where I peak.

I can hear your voice nearby,

and it's getting to my head.

That's why I can't believe them…

when they tell me that you're dead.