I don’t think anybody really knew me. But then again, I hardly think anyone really cared. This is a poem of my short life. And by the time you read this. It will probably be too late. But I really did try. Here is my poem:
“They thought he was a joke. So they laughed.
They thought he never replied. So they left.
Maybe it was all for the best.
He lived another day. No matter how hard he resisted.
He lost everything. Even happiness left.
He should have hugged it one last time.
No one knew why he never returned.”
Hard to believe. But perhaps my life was meant to be short.
“No flowers, no funeral, no nothing.”
UPDATE: I would first like to thank all of you for the supportive comments. I did not expect much of anything when I published this post. I truly apologize for making people worry about…
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