The World Moves On

Sometimes I watch as the world moves on

while I am standing perfectly still.

I am hidden underneath blankets,

trying to feel smaller than I am.

In moments like these, I can see that

when I am trying to disappear

and forgotten from the world, I am.

The world doesn’t need me or miss me.

The world goes on with or without me.

Would it really be that bad if I

just disappeared? I’m not needed here.

If I was, the world would notice.

The world would care that I’m at my end,

But the world doesn’t. It will go on.

I will be forgotten when I die.

My impact is so minuscule that

after the blink of an eye, my death

will be a tally added to the

billions who faded out before me.

You don’t think about any of them,

nor will you think about me in  time

because the world moves on without me

 

 

 

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Ironic

Sometimes I wish I could just disappear,

be erased from the minds of the ones I love

even though they don’t love me.

Because as much as I want to suddenly die

I worry about hurting them which ironic

considering how much they hurt me.

Eventually

Everything that comes into your life

must eventually become absent.

No matter how much you try

to nurture and care for something,

it will eventually disappear.

You can try to prevent it,

but you will fail.

You can try to prolong it,

but you will hurt yourself more.

You can believe it’s not actually gone,

but you will just be in denial.

Everything faces the cruel hands of time.

Everything has an expiration date

Everyone dies,

eventually.

Everything changes,

eventually.

Everything disintegrates to dust,

eventually.

Everything you at one point have,

something you take advantage of daily,

will someday walk out and be replaced with regret.

Everything good in life will fade away,

just like me.