I don’t think anybody really knew me. But then again, I hardly think anyone really cared. This is a poem of my short life. And by the time you read this. It will probably be too late. But I really did try. Here is my poem:
“They thought he was a joke. So they laughed.
They thought he never replied. So they left.
Maybe it was all for the best.
He lived another day. No matter how hard he resisted.
He lost everything. Even happiness left.
He should have hugged it one last time.
No one knew why he never returned.”
Hard to believe. But perhaps my life was meant to be short.
“No flowers, no funeral, no nothing.”
UPDATE: I would first like to thank all of you for the supportive comments. I did not expect much of anything when I published this post. I truly apologize for making people worry about my life. That was not my intention. I really didn’t think anyone cared. I was just feeling pretty lousy with life. I do want to say, that what I published yesterday was how I felt at some point in my life, so I don’t want to dismiss those feelings of sadness, isolation, and rejection. Funny, after I published my post, my best friend sent me a message. She doesn’t know about my blog, but she finally wanted to talk with me. And that was enough for me to keep going. I decided to change the format and the post out of convenience for everyone. Once again, thank you for being there for me. I really do appreciate the support and lovely comments. Thank you.