Proof of Life

I'd wished I could change into a pool, then evaporate and turn to vapour, to leave no trace, no one to fool, no nice lies to be written in the paper No marks, no scars on other's hearts, no tears to dry, no longing feelings there'd be no pain to be apart, no need to grieve, no need for healing It seemed so simple, a noble cause to not exist, to disappear if I'd never been, I never was So why then, should I still be here? But marks I've left, yes sometimes deep from pain and feelings I have shared, these gifts of life that make us weep, they are the proof that we have cared