Sometimes at night, as i wait for sleep to consume me, i stare up at the dark and all i can seem to think about at those times were of my existence.
Like if i died the day after, would anyone care? Would there even be a change, a stir of misplacement in the air?
When i think about it, who in my life of 16 years have i changed.Did i even matter? Was i a reason someone kept fighting? Was i a factor of someone crying? Or even, the source of someones worry?
It scares me it really does. Could i be the reason for someones sadness? The sadness i was feeling right now?
