Your death came quick.
No one notice
that you where gone.
The air was filled
with laughter
while you laid down,
eyes closed.
No more breath
came from your lungs.
No one cared
that you had died.
How meaningless
your life really was.
This is a poem
about you,
the ones
that mean nothing.
This is a thought
about all of us
that had laid there
wishing for death.
This is a message
for you, the dying.
I lay here;
my lungs holding
my last breath.
I look up
to see nothing,
but the darkness
around me.
The world
will still go round
without me.
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