4 AM, I don't feel like sleeping, I'm thinking about how insignificant my existence is, when I die, nobody is gonna remember me, my father would probably be dead by then too, not like he was ever present anyways, my mother hates me and wishes I was dead, my relatives hate me and don't acknowledge my existence.
No one is going to claim my body, a coffin and proper burial is expensive, they wouldn't think it's worth it, I'll be sitting in the morgue freezer for awhile before a worker realizes there's a huge bag of frozen meat occupying it, then my next destination is the potter's field.
"But what is the potter's field" I'd be surprised if this question came to any of your heads, its a cemetery for the unknown, the indigent, and the unclaimed, paid for with taxpayer money. You don't get a tombstone either, which is pretty fitting for me, I won't need one, because no one knows my fucking name anyways.
2 days after I die I'll be completely forgotten, my posts on this forum will be the only proof I ever existed, what was it all for? All this agony, all the trauma and resent, just for the morgue to get extra work.
No one is going to claim my body, a coffin and proper burial is expensive, they wouldn't think it's worth it, I'll be sitting in the morgue freezer for awhile before a worker realizes there's a huge bag of frozen meat occupying it, then my next destination is the potter's field.
"But what is the potter's field" I'd be surprised if this question came to any of your heads, its a cemetery for the unknown, the indigent, and the unclaimed, paid for with taxpayer money. You don't get a tombstone either, which is pretty fitting for me, I won't need one, because no one knows my fucking name anyways.
2 days after I die I'll be completely forgotten, my posts on this forum will be the only proof I ever existed, what was it all for? All this agony, all the trauma and resent, just for the morgue to get extra work.
