So I often tend to torture myself by letting my mind run free
I start to wonder... What would happen if I died. Right here, right now. I wonder... Would people cry? Would people miss me?
But the harsh reality of it would be is that I'd be nothing more than a bad memory.
I'd be forgotten about and thrown away like a child's old toy.
I'd be buried deeper than I was before, and I would still be walked all over.
The truth is nothing would change if I were gone, life would continue on.
And I would still be that little girl, lost to Earth.