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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.