You don't know me
You hardly do
No one did
What you knew about me was
Nothing
Nothing but Lies and
Rumors
I'm fake
I'm a nobody
You all did this to me
You never think
To know the real me
But I couldn't anyways
I couldn't open up
I didn't think it matter
Because it won't matter
Basically when I'm dead
Who'll remember me?
No one will know my true self
They can say all the shit they want
They can laugh about it
Talk about it
But in the end
It means absolutely nothing
Because I won't be remembered
Only to the people I care about
Will remember me
But I doubt anyone does
And that's okay
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryPoetry written from the heart It all remains a mystery to whom my brother was talking about. It may just be made up but, most are from his heart, mind, and soul. These are all sad, emotional, depressing poems. Life is shit. There's a lot of downs th...
