How different would things be if I didn't exist?
Would my family be happier?
Would people's lives be different?
How many lives did I change?
What if I died today?
Or tomorrow?
Would anyone care?
Cry a lot?
Would people remember my name?
Would people know of the things I did?
Would they talk about me years after my death?
Do people think I'm a pain?
Would my death be in vain?
Will it be worth to tell of my life?
Or would they rather bury it in the past?
What will happen after I die?
Is there a god?
An afterlife?
Will the hole in my heart finally be filled?
Will I be happy?
Or will I regret it for eternity?
All these questions
Yet no answer.
Just pure silence as no one knows
The true answer.
One day I'll know the answers that lie ahead.
Will I be able to share them?
To grant hope to those in need?
As I stare at the sky
A bird passes by
and I can't help but think
That everything is incomplete.
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Don't Look Me in the Eye
PoetryNot just poems anymore, I guess. More like little things where I have no place for them. Basically the poems/short stories/rambles that appear in my head that I have to write down. Enjoy? Trigger warning, I think. Sorry for changing the title a lot...
