Living a lie

Sometimes I wonder if anyone would miss me if I ever just packed up and left. I wonder how long it would take before anyone even realized I was gone.... an hour, a day, or even a week. I have had a couple of rough months and nobody to talk to. I guess the reason nobody is here to talk to cause nobody knows. Everyday I leave the house with a smile on my face and pretend I live this perfect happy life..... but every day I live a lie. Most days I cry and most nights I get in my car after work and think about just driving away.