How can I possibly expect someone to love me when I can't even tolerate myself.
How can I hope to be somebody, anybody, when I'm nothing but a blink amidst the infinite abyss of existence.
Even on my own planet my life won't be much to remember.
An enemy to myself, a stranger to the world.
Isn't it unnerving to realize that if I slipped away, the planet wouldn't know any different.
The ground wouldn't miss my steps and the sky wouldn't grieve my gaze and the atmosphere wouldn't mourn my breaths.
Just another body that doesn't stay, only fades and eventually decays.
This is why legacy is so important, I suppose.
The only way a soul can truly live on.
Even if earth would go on just the same, even if history wouldn't notice me gone.
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Rain Clouds
PoesiaSimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
