Visions, of a coffin; where I am dead, and you shall by-stand.
Where I watch you stand with brows knitted in confusion,
because everything was alright with me the day before I suicided.
To you I was funny,
was laughing
and having fun.
To you I was a realist; but today I am
gone.
Have I left you in such confusion? Why is no one crying?
Will you not miss me, when someday I am gone?
I missed you every second while I was alone – but have I left only to realize,
I did not matter at all?

It had always been about you,
Hasn't it.

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