The world skipped and I was not.
You'll shed no tears for me
For I won't even be a memory
Eternal night
Sink, sink until I drown
A blink and I never was
The world will little remember
I'll just fade away
Into the night
And the dark will swallow me
'Twill be as though I never existed
Never dreamed, never born
Naught but vapor, a lost memory
Passing away
Not lost, not forgotten
Never existed
Gone, never was, never will be
This is reality
I am but a nightmare
The answer to my prayers
Is nothing
They don't exist
I don't exist
The stuff of nightmares
and dreams, hopes, wishes
What are wishes but hopes for the impossible?
Where am I? What am I? WHY am I?
No purpose, no reason
I am not. The world has skipped.
Those questions are the best questions for us to understand ourselves and to head us to the truth...i know and i am sure we are born here in a mission even a small role..we have something, nothing in this world come without a use to be shared..for example, an ant...it never complaint about its life working for whole day and far away by just a lil body...but in ecology it plays great role and in psychology it give us strength by it courage..that will also be a role, inspiration role for others..dont cry for not be someone because you are someone..that you must never give up...we are in the mission! _Soul
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I would like to translate this poem
To share these thoughts, I truly admire you and again... You have so much to give to others.