Sometimes I like to picture myself in situations where I am dead.
Not even in bed,
just gone.
In the end, we're all just a pawn.
So, why try?
If I were to die on this day, Who would remember me? Who would actually grieve?
Everyone says they would, but I find that hard to believe.
I have come to the point in life where I don't even want to actually talk to people,
I just want to vanish.
I want to see if people actually care,
but I can't bear
to dare..!
You should get the gist...
I want to see this town where only I don't exist.
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Ronvel's Poems
PoetryHaving a bad day? Perhaps these low-class poems can brighten it up a little. Or make it worse. Who knows, eh? These are just the ramblings of a college student after all.
