Even in a room full of people did I feel lonely,
no one really cared for my testimony,
when it came to love I felt like someone’s trophy,
and no you never knew me,
‘cause if you knew me then you’d keep me closely,
as if I were your one and only,

But it’s too late now ‘cause I’m dead,
I know you weren’t crying in your bed,
bet no one even cares about my death,
no one even spared a breath,
if you are reading this poem,
to think you care is so dumb.