R.I.P

No matter what the century

you must face inevitibility

and I am only one

among the thousands

that surround me

Am I no one nothing

no individuality

Am I that devoid

of things that make me me

If I died tommorow

would anybody care

as flesh rotted off my bones

and putrifed the air

imagine what would happen

if I took the gun to heart

pulled the trigger back

and let my blood run

If I were a betting man

I'd bet you'd have no care

If my breathing were to cease

and mind refused to think

would I merely be

the gossip of the week

why would I want to live

if I can't be free

I have nothing good to offer

no redeeming quality

man kind will be better off

when there's no more me

Author's Note

The only explaination is that I was different when I wrote this...no in a good way. So ignore everything about it pretty much.

Reviews

[Tori]

I'd be sad if you did Howwy! And no, I don't need counciling. By the way, how did that go today? Back to the poem.....Rather intresting. Depressing....but very good! Yet of course, you are a very depressing person. DUDE!!!!!! I forgot.....*hums that can'can tune. Suddenly remembers* I thought you were gonna blow up the school? And what is it with you and death/ You ain't gonna die are you? */._.' Worried face*