When I'm gone

Will you remember me when i leave to join my father?

How will you remember me?

I won't be as lucky as the Kings of days past where songs were sung in their honor. Poems and great stories written by the best Philosophers. I won't be remembered by notions of valor or honor. I have no military lineage. My words will never be quoted in years to come. My life never made a biography or a motion picture. I will fade away like a bad dream over time.

But what of the people I made smile? Will they talk about me? Will he think about me when I'm gone? Will she cry thinking about the time I spent cheering her up and giving her advice?

I hope to have made a difference in your lives somehow, at some stage. It wasn't planned or premeditated. It came from my heart to you and yours. When I leave, that will be the end of my line. There is nobody worthy enough of carry on my name. Perhaps that person isn't even here yet. A shrunken violet. An ode to the dead. The way the world turns.

I served you well, didn't I? I laughed with you, I cried with you. I held your hand when you needed me. I lent a helping hand when nobody else would. But why do you still wish to hurt me so?? Am I not worth your attention or love? I cry out to the heavens because it hurts my fragile soul. But no-one will ever know the real me. You are scared to find out the truth about what makes me ME. I may not be what you think I am. Don't be too surprised to find out the truth. Dig a little deeper and the madness you may find in the dark corners of my mind may haunt you forever.

YOU MAY NOT LIKE WHAT YOU FIND.

But then again, will you remember me when I'm gone?