I point to the pictures in screens,
question the appeal,
who will attend my funeral i scream,
they won't notice the sirens going off or the waves crashing through,
they won't notice the flesh dropping off or the burned bones,
So will they notice me being buried?
I question despite knowing the answer.
Will they replay the memories spent?
I question despite knowing answer
a desperation of a scenario where they prove me wrong hinges in me.
Maybe they never saw me as a friend, i sigh sitting under a willow,
Maybe they never saw me as a human, i drown in ocean.
I was just an experience..
or just a memory of sorts..
Just a corpse who'll no one will cry for.