As I weakly prepare to age another year, I think:
" Why are you still here? You've done nothing to benefit yourself or others.
Nothing that is important."
As I take a brief glance at myself in the mirror, I say to myself:
" Why must you still speak? You try to explain, and you are never heard. There's no significance nor relevance in the things that you say."
Unable to bear the another second of a fading reflection, I look away.
I wish that I could close my eyes forever, and fade.
Just fade.
Disappearance.
Gone.
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
