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