Sometimes I wonder to myself
Who will love me when I’m gone?
He answers – Snapping
Love? LOVE? What sort of wonder is that?
So I think it…For him
Who will miss me when I’m gone?
This time he scoffs
Miss? Really? High hopes we have
I don’t want to rewonder
But I see him laughing- Mocking
And I know he’s right
It’s too much to ask to be loved or missed
I realize my presence here is fruitless
There’s no one who cares enough to care
No one I’d even bother to ask
For fear of wasting their time
So with a tear trickling down my cheek
(a surprise for I had thought I was too numb to cry)
I wonder
Who will notice that I’m gone?
At this he maliciously smiles and replies
No one.
Because you are worthless
And I know this is true
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