I feel so empty

so numb.

My words they have

No meaning to anyone

not even me.

Everyday is an act,

My life just one big

play.

My part is minor.

My words, silent.

My life, forgotten

and replaced by death.

In my hand I hold

the key to my bitter future.

With this razor

I bid you well. As I say my last line,

Play out my last performance,

And give everyone something

to remember.

There is no turning back.

Not even a chance to start over.

This drink is to be my last,

And this beating thing

Will stand still like I,

But no one will notice.

Not even make a sound.

For I

am nothing to you all.

Not even a shadow fashioning the background.

I will never be forgotten

because I was never

there to remember.

Now perhaps I am wrong.

Maybe one shall

Say that I am missed,

And all the sadness I felt

Now lives deeply within them,

But you know

as well as I

the true being of your soul,

Had never heard

my name or

Could picture my face.

The ghost you will try

to mourn.

You will say

everything then.

All the words you

Could never find

while I was "living."