It perfectly, surmises my life-

in just one simple word.

For like nothing, my existance,

Has mostly gone, unheard.


But I'd not be missed, 'nor mourned,

by anyone who really cared.

So why would I care, if my life,

were ever to be spared?


My pain has gone unnoticed,

My feelings, so easily disregarded.

I'm nothing much but in the way,

and so simply, like trash...discarded.


So nothing I shall continue to be,

Like I've always been before.

And nothing is what my days to come,

will always be, for evermore...





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