Did you notice me?

Do I exist to be unloved?
Do I exist to die?
Do I go unnoticed?
Even my loved ones
Busy with their own lives
Will stop asking questions
Until the day of the fatal announcement:
Why did he do it?
Why? What happened?
He seemed ok.
We didn’t realize the extent of his misery.
Who would have thought?
I drift into this life
I just pass by
Unproductive
Unloved
Unnoticed.

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