If I disappear, will someone care?
Will they notice I'm no longer there?
Or will the world just carry on,
Another faceless person gone?
I used to think I mattered once,
That someone saw the real me, the nuance.
But now I see, it's just a lie—
People only care until you die.
I've written notes, I've screamed aloud,
I've begged for love among the crowd.
But no one sees, no one hears—
I'm invisible through all the tears.
No one left to miss me now,
No one left to ask me how
I'm doing, if I'm still okay—
They wouldn't notice anyway.
So I'll fade into the night,
A shadow lost, without a fight.
And in the morning, when I'm gone,
The world will simply carry on.
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Thoughts that Fester in the Brain: A Collection of Despair
Poetry"Thoughts that Fester in the Brain" is a haunting collection of poetry that explores the depths of loneliness, heartbreak, and despair. Each poem captures the raw emotions of feeling lost, forgotten, and unseen in a world that offers no solace. For...
