Insignificant

If I died tomorrow

Would you care?

Why would you, when I wouldn’t

I think all this as my tears stream down

From the corner of my eyes, over my fingers

Ending like a waterfall, teardrops soaking my sheets

Nobody’s listening over the shouting match

My voice has gone hoarse from crying

Darkness washes over me in waves

My old friends arise in its wake

Taunting and jeering, telling me what I know

You’re insignificant, you’re no good

I know