In this world to die is to be forgotten,
They say that at least.
No,
I Was Here.
Remember me, please.
In this world if you aren't extraordinary,
Once you leave, you are gone,
You were never here.
No,
I Was Here.
Remember me, please.
In this world if you aren't young and successful,
You don't matter.
No one will remember you when you're gone.
No one will hear your calls and pleas.
To remember you,
That You Were Here.
The world will leave you behind,
You exceptionally ordinary people.
It won't remember you.
So, you must remember yourself.
Remind yourself that You Were Here.
Say it now, my dear.
I
Was
Here.
And remember me, please.
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Drowning
PoetryBefore we start there are numerous trigger warnings for homophobia, depression, death suicidal thoughts, and mild implied eating disorder (its not very obvious at all but better safe than sorry.) But, even though in the beginning its filled with sor...
