I can’t help but wonder,
if I’ll be missed
When I’m six feet under.
When I wander this earth
With a purpose no more,
Will people finally care?
Because they didn’t before
I’ve always been a living ghost
Invisible.
Even to those I care for most.
I’ve come to accept it
But I’d still like to know
Will anyone miss me,
When I’m six feet below?
-MM
