I sit here,
Knowing that I have no control on my life.
The only ones that have control,
are the ones I cannot see.
I know that something will happen one day,
Something that was meant to happen,
planned long before the beginning of my life.
I am overtaken by this strong feeling,
A feeling of urgency,
wanting to get it over with.
At times I feel numb,
Knowing my existence is frail,
and slowly flickering out.
I am frightened by this realization,
that when I'm gone,
no one will remember me,
they won't remember how I tried to make them smile,
how I cried for them,
how I tried to tell them that they matter to me.
They won't hear my name and remember how I loved them,
They won't remember me,
because in this cruel world,
none of these things matter.
My heart is now growing weak and cold,
as my existence will soon become.
I slowly become isloated,
and I drift away,
my surroundings become part of me,
and I a part of them.
All feelings and emotions forgotten,
sent to some place unknown.
But I know that I must belong there.
I know this because of only one fact.
I don't belong here.
 
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