Poetry

After

Sometimes I wonder why I'm still here

When all I want to do is give up.

All I want is to fade out

And never be remembered or noticed, The way life is now.

Life is but an endless stream

Of disappointments

Separated by

Small moments of light,

Of happiness,

Before it all comes crashing down,

And the never ending darkness,

The sadness, the pain,

The hopelessness returns.

I do not fear death, the unkown,

I only fear the reactions to death

I would be remembered,

cried for, my life celebrated,

People would know my name.

Until the memories fade

And I become but a few words,

Meaningless and unoriginal,

Carved in stone.

I wish there was a way

To have never existed in the first place.