Through the cracks

Tomorrow I'm just going to be a memory, I think.
I'll slip away, into that dark part of the brain that is reserved for the things no one wants to think about. I've lost, I suppose. Some people win and then there are other people too. If one person, any person would notice me drowning that would be something at least. But I won't burden you or anyone else. Especially not you. You told me yourself, you don't know how to deal with this. You shut down. So maybe it's better I don't make you think about it anymore. You can be free of all of this, easily.
And tomorrow, I'll be a memory.