If I were to die, to take my own life.
I wonder if anyone out there would miss me?
Perhaps, perhaps not, I’ve not a clue anymore.
I go through my day being ignored.
No one listens, no one cares. I’m nothing to them.
I’m nothing to myself, I can’t take much more.
When I die, hopefully, someone will take notice.
As I pass from existence, into Heaven or Hell, or someone between.
I hope someone will care, but I don’t know.
hey i know what you are feeling in this poem and in life cuz a lot of my poems are like this one...but honestly i lost someone that thought he wouldn't be missed and he was missed terribly!
I think you underestimate just how much you mean to people, Nick. There are many who'd miss one such as you. I know I would.
Silly silly goose....I would miss you. *gives Nick a good smack on the head*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i wonder the same thoughts over and over. i could never find any comfort in any around me. instead i found support aan even comfort with some online. i am here is you ever wanna chat. for i know how it feel like to b like you describe in this poem for i am like it almost eveyday.