Another disclaimer. I am not suicidal. I have an extreme phobia of death and pain and like 28,980 other things.
I just want to disappear sometimes
For God to peel me off the surface of the world
Crumble me in His hands and throw me into space.
I wonder what would happen if I did
Would my mother cry, or would she smile
Because I am not there, begging for shelter
Because I am not there, taking her love.
Would my father scream, or would he still thrive
Because I am not there, using his money
Because I am not there, wasting his space
Would society rage, or would they all laugh
Spill garbage cans to commemorate my face
Dedicate every war to me, create every drop of chaos in my name.
Would you care, or would you keep living life the same
Because I am only a drop in your ocean,
Because it doesn't matter if the hand you're holding is mine
If I disappeared,
Would the sun follow?
Would all the stars quiver to their cores,
Would the moon stop kneading the ocean shore?
Because I am a human,
Nothing more
Less than a pinprick on the universe
No one needs me, is that true?
Not even you
One day, I will disappear
And nothing will be left but empty air
And a sunset the color of my hair,
And I'm sure you will be there
But will you be aware
Than I am not?
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Jars of Stars
DiversosThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
