We say death with the ease of the tongue,
Decorating it and speculating what it meant.
We use death to describe nothingness,
A depressed feeling
The ceasing of the existence of something.
I once believed I could cease to exist,
Because I know if I do die,
Nobody would turn around to look at me.
Even when I'm alive,
Nobody says hello.
But still,
I still try
I still try to believe
That the universe pays attention.
I still try to believe that my life meant something,
Even if others don't believe in it.
After all,
You can't expect others to take your life seriously
If you don't.